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icedteaandoldlace · 2 years ago
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My next countdown post is queued for tomorrow, but here's a bonus since we just got new promo pics via Up Here's official Instagram.
8 days until Up Here premieres on Hulu!
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steamworksandshadows · 4 years ago
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Extremely Large Pile of Halloween Music Recs, 2020 Update!
(Reorganized a bit, and with a whole bunch more songs.)
Classical
Come Little Children - Erutan (ethereal classical)
Transylvanian Lullaby - Erutan (ethereal classical)
Transylvanian Lullaby - City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra (orchestral classical)
A History of Horror (album) - City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra 
Double Trouble - City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra (classical)
Carnival of the Animals: Aquarium - Camille Saint-Saens (eerie classical)
Danse Macabre - Camille Saint Saens (dark classical ballet)
Uranus, the Magician - Gustav Holst (orchestral classical)
The Sorcerer’s Apprentice - Paul Dukas (orchestral classical)
Night on Bald Mountain - Modest Mussorgsky (orchestral classical about witches)
In the Hall of the Mountain King - Edvard Grieg (classical)
Dies Irae - Mozart (threatening choral/orchestral classical)
Don Giovanni, a cenar teco - Mozart (growly baritone/bass opera - the bit where Don Giovanni gets dragged to hell, both in the supernatural religious sense and in the modern internet slang sense)
Toccata and Fugue in D Minor - Bach (classical pipe organ)
String Quartet No. 8 in C Minor (III) - Shostakovich (classical string quartet)
Dance of the Knights - Sergei Prokofiev (classical)
Flowering Vines - Unwoman (ominous cello waltz)
The Carny of Mr Dark - Deathwatch Beetle Repairman (goth pipe organ)
Castlevania organ medley - Ulla Olsson (pipe organ)
This Is Halloween - Vitamin String Quartet (classical string quartet)
Vitamin String Quartet Performs The Nightmare Before Christmas (album)
The Vampire Masquerade - Peter Gundry (classical)
Waltz of the Bone King - Peter Gundry (classical)
Masquerade Suite: Waltz - Aram Khatchaturian (dark classical waltz)
The Comedians, Op. 26: Waltz - Kabalevsky (uneasy classical waltz)
Grim Grinning Ghosts - Myuu (instrumental piano)
Rock, alternative, rockabilly
Haunted - Ashcan Orchid (folk rock)
The Last Steampunk Waltz - Ghostfire (rock waltz)
Bad Moon Rising - Rasputina (cello metal)
In the Hall of the Mountain King - Apocalyptica (metal cello)
Get Your Kicks on Route 666 - Exdevils (metal)
Shoot The Zombies - Andrew Huang / Songs To Wear Pants To (sing-along folk)
Something Wicked That Way Went - Vernian Process (circus rock)
Dark Carnivale - Frenchy and the Punk (indie rock)
Come Alive (War Of The Roses) - Janelle Monae (rock)
Gallows - Coco Rosie (goth indie/alternative)
My Favorite Things - Youn Sun Nah (creepy vocal)
Annabel Lee - Psyche Corporation (electronic alternative)
The Devil Wears a Suit - Kate Miller-Heidke (alternative)
Toxic - Yael Naim (neo-folk)
Crazy For You - Venus de Vilo (indie rock)
Witchy Woman - The Eagles (classic rock)
Goodnight Moon - Shivaree (alternative)
Bela Lugosi’s Dead - Nouvelle Vague (alternative)
Bloodletting (The Vampire Song) - Concrete Blonde (alternative)
Tombstone - Suzanne Vega (alternative)
Off With Your Head - Mz Ann Thropik (alternative)
Poison Apple - Charlene Kaye (rock)
This Is The Night - Harry Potter soundtrack (rock)
Look Out Young Son - Grand Ole Party (rock)
Painkiller - Birdeatsbaby (rock)
Haunted - Frantic Flintstones (rockabilly)
Freaked Out and Psyched Out - Frantic Flintstones (album)
Zombie Riot - Batmobile (rockabilly)
Alice in psycholand - Nekromantix (rockabilly)
She’s My Witch - The Radiacs (rockabilly)
Werewolf - Southern Culture on the Skids (rockabilly)
Human Fly - The Cramps (rockabilly)
Munster Beat! - Martinibomb and The Coconut Monkeyrocket (‘60s pop remix?)
Circus punk, dark cabaret
Charmed, I’m Sure - Circus Contraption (dark circus cabaret)
We’re All Mad - Circus Contraption (dark circus cabaret)
Pink Elephants on Parade - Circus Contraption (dark cabaret)
The Last Waltz - The Magnificent Seven (dark cabaret waltz)
Tango de la Muerte - The Magnificent Seven (rock tango)
Bloody Bones - Beats Antique (dark circus waltz)
Monster Tango - Mucca Pazza (circus punk marching band)
Rumanian Dance No. 1 - Mucca Pazza (circus punk marching band)
Mr. Spider Goes Home to Spiderland - Mucca Pazza (circus punk marching band)
The Trouble - Birdeatsbaby (dark cabaret)
Theatre Noir - Robyn Cage (dark cabaret) (music video)
Jekyll and Hyde - Theoretics (hip-hop)
Lament for a Toy Factory - Dr. Steel (circus rock)
Bogeyman Boogie - Dr. Steel (circus rock)
Circus Apocalypse - Vermillion Lies (dark cabaret)
When You’re Evil - Voltaire (dark cabaret)
BRAINS! - Voltaire (dark cabaret)
Careless Whisper (cover) - Unwoman (electronic cabaret)
Katrinah Josephina - Universal Hall Pass (a capella)
Buried in Water - Dead Man’s Bones (dark waltz)
Metropolitan Waltz - Orpheum Bell (folk waltz)
The Buccaneers’ Waltz - GurdyBird (electronic folk?)
Black Waltz - Amber Asylum (electronic circus thing)
Creepy Clown Symphony - Myuu (self-explanatory)
Americana, bluegrass, blues, soul, funk
In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company - The Dead South (Americana)
Stranger - The Devil Makes Three (Americana)
First and Last Waltz - Nickel Creek (Americana)
Ghosts of Mississippi - The Steeldrivers (bluegrass)
7 Devils - The Goddamn Gallows (bluegrass, rock)
Old devils - William Elliot Whitmore (bluegrass)
Death Come Creeping - Stefan Grossman (bluegrass)
The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie - Colter Wall (Americana)
Shankill Butchers - Sarah Jarosz (Americana)
Hellhound - Shawn James (acoustic blues)
Voodoo Woman - Koko Taylor (blues)
Your Hoodoo Man - Studebaker John & The Hawks (blues)
Voodoo - The Neville Brothers (New Orleans soul)
Voodoo - Jo Jo Zep & The Falcons (soul, funk)
The Witch Queen of New Orleans - Redbone (funk)
I Put a Spell on You - Screamin’ Jay Hawkins (rock ‘n roll)
Jazz, swing
In the Hall of the Mountain King - Duke Ellington (jazz)
I Put a Spell on You - Nina Simone (slow jazz)
I Put a Spell on You - Morgan James (slow jazz)
Old Devil Moon - Frank Sinatra (jazz)
Black Magic Woman - Janice Hagan and Kenny Vehkavaara (jazz)
I’d Rather Be Burned As A Witch - Eartha Kitt (jazz)
Thriller (1930s Jazz Cover) ft. Wayne Brady - Postmodern Jukebox (swing) (alternate link)
The Devil With The Devil - Larry Clinton Orchestra (swing)
Swingin’ at the Seance - Glenn Miller (big band swing)
Spooks - Louis Armstrong (swing)
The Headless Horseman - Bing Crosby (swing)
Skeleton Jangle - Dan Levinson’s Roof Garden Jass Band (swing)
Resurrection Waltz - Lee Presson and the Nails (big band waltz)
Spooky - Puppini Sisters (Andrews Sisters-style swing)
Headless Horseman - Kay Starr (swing)
Hell (Remastered 2016) - Squirrel Nut Zippers (swing)
Ghost of Stephen Foster - Squirrel Nut Zippers (swing)
Memphis Exorcism (Remastered 2016) - Squirrel Nut Zippers (swing)
Boogie Man - Lee Presson and the Nails (swing)
Rattlin’ Bones - Preservation Hall Jazz Band (New Orleans swing)
Save My Soul - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy (New Orleans swing)
Skeletons in the Closet - Louis Armstrong (swing)
Skeletons in the Closet - The Moon-Rays (swing)
The Mack - Beat Circus (swing - doesn’t seem very Halloween at first, until the tuba player gets murdered in the middle of the song. I swear it makes sense.)
Balrog Boogie - Diablo Swing Orchestra (swing)
Voodoo Mon Amour - Diablo Swing Orchestra (swing)
The House Is Haunted - Casa Loma Orchestra (swing)
Skeleton Jangle - Viva La Rocca (swing)
Two Little Men in a Flying Saucer - Ella Fitzgerald (swing)
Grim Grinning Ghosts - The Dapper Dans (barbershop)
Grim Grinning Ghosts - The Dapper Dans (in person) (barbershop)
Halloween Medley - The Cadaver Dans (barbershop)
Pop
Full Moon Tonight - Silvastone feat. Bellsaint (pop)
Demons - Hayley Kiyoko (pop)
Season of the Witch - Lana del Rey (pop)
A Little Wicked - Valerie Broussard (pop)
Halloween - Aqua (pop)
Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) - violin/cello/bass cover - Simply Three (electronic pop)
Shoot The Zombies (Pink Fluffy Unicorns Remix) - Andrew Huang (happy pop)
I Put a Spell on You (no movie dialogue) - Winifred Sanderson (pop musical)
Electro-swing
Fear & Delight - The Correspondents (electro-swing)
Midnight - Caravan Palace (electro-swing) (alternate link)
Midnight - Swingrowers (different electro-swing)
Old House - Dirty Honkers (electro-swing)
Devil’s Samba - Sim Gretina (Latin-flavored electro-swing)
Devil’s Got My Soul - Victor and the Bully (rock/electro-swing)
Cuphead: Railroad Wrath (Electro-Swing Remix) - The Musical Ghost (electro-swing)
Cuphead: One Hell of a Time (Electro-Swing Remix) - The Musical Ghost (electro-swing)
Bendy and the Ink Machine: The Devil’s Swing - Fandroid (electro-swing)
Bendy and the Ink Machine: The Devil’s Swing (Glitch-Swing Remix) - The Musical Ghost (glitch-swing)
Undertale: Spider Dance (Glitch-Swing Remix) - The Musical Ghost (glitch-swing)
Undertale: Spider Dance (Sim Gretina Remix) - Sim Gretina (funk/glitch/chiptune)
Luigi’s Mansion (Remix) - Qumu Music (chiptune, electro-swing)
Undertale: Ghost Fight & Dummy (Peggy Suave Swing Remix) - Sim Gretina (electro-swing)
Electronica, EDM
Backstreet Bones: Everycorpse - Sim Gretina (uhhh…spoopy Halloween EDM remix of Backstreet Boys? If you click on nothing else, click on this one. It’s very worth it, I promise.)
Macabre Rotting Girl Feat. Kathy-chan - Sim Gretina (adorable electro)
Sim Gretina feat. Kathy chan: Let The Monsters Free (µThunder Remix) - µThunder (EDM) 
Ghost in the Machine - PrototypeRaptor (complextro)
Spooky Tune - PrototypeRaptor (complextro)
Nullifcation [Underground] (Legend of Zelda remix) - PrototypeRaptor (grimy EDM)
Grim Grinning Ghost (Remix) - The Living Tombstone (EDM)
Undertale: Megalovania (Sim Gretina Remix) - Sim Gretina (EDM)
Undertale: Spooktune (Sim Gretina Remix) - Sim Gretina (EDM)
Spooky Scary Skeletons (Remix) - The Living Tombstone (EDM)
Warren Zevon: Werewolves of London (Daheen Rmx) - Daheen (psytrance)
Interlude: Limbo - Yoshimasu Kamiya (ambient horror)
Bloodstone - Amon Tobin (atmospheric glitch)
Volk - Thom Yorke (ambient horror)
The Horror - RJD2 (instrumental hip-hop)
Crybaby - Drum & Lace (indescribable brooding atmospheric)
The Kid Who Drowned At Summer Camp - Hot Sugar (instrumental hip-hop)
The Darkest Evening of the Year - Emancipator (downtempo)
Halloween Funtime REMIXMONSTRousMASHup - Pretty Lights (EDM)
HALLOWEEN Theme Song (DJ Deville Trap Remix) - DJ Deville (trap)
The Oogie Boogie (Man) - Duke Skellington (glitch-hop)
Stranger Things Theme Song (Michael Jobity & The Foreign Machine Remix) - Michael Jobity, The Foreign Machine (synthwave - my personal favorite remix of this theme)
Stranger Things Theme Song (C418 REMIX) - C418 (synthwave)
Stranger Things (Louis Futon Flip) - Louis Futon (chillstep)
Stranger Things Theme (Slicey Remix) - Slicey (trap)
Stranger Things - Theme Song (Oscar Wylde Trap Remix) - Oscar Wylde (trap)
Ghostbusters (Kill Paris Remix) - Kill Paris (EDM, future funk - by far my favorite remix of the Ghostbusters theme)
The Ghostbusters Theme (Remix) - The Living Tombstone (EDM)
Ghostbusters Remix - Matheo (EDM)
Ghostbusters Remix - Fat Noize (dubstep)
Lady Gaga: Monster (Starfuckers Remix) - Starfuckers (EDM)
Lady Gaga: Monster (Chew Fu Remix) - Chew Fu (electro-house)
Michael Jackson: Thriller (James Egbert Remix) - James Egbert (electro-house)
Michael Jackson - Thriller [The Reflex Halloween Disco Edit] - The Reflex (moody, indescribable IDM(?))
Beetlejuice (Dubstep Mix) - Figure (dubstep)
The Addams Family (Figure Remix) - Figure (dubstep)
Hedwig’s Theme (KE KRA’s Trap Remix) - KE KRA (trap)
Stress - Justice (French electronic…something)
Things I thought were funny
Werewolf Bar Mitzvah - 30 Rock (parody novelty record)
A Hard Days Night of the Living Dead - The Zombeatles (zombie rock)
Schüttel deinen Speck - Peter Fox (witches’ dance video) (the track by itself)
In the Hall of the Mountain King - Portsmouth Sinfonia (experimental orchestra from the ‘70s - google them, you absolutely will not regret it)
Gangnam Busters - FAROFF (Ghostbusters/Gangnam Style mashup - annoyingly, it works far better than you think it will)
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natromanxoff · 4 years ago
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Queen live at Sporthalle in Cologne, Germany - February 1, 1979 (Part-1)
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This is a pretty energetic show with many wonderful musical and vocal moments, and Freddie sounds relatively strong by early 1979 standards. Highlights of the show include If You Can't Beat Them, Now I'm Here, and Brighton Rock. Mercury attempts to introduce Now I'm Here, but an audience member interrupts him. "No, it's not Tie Your Mother Down. That comes later!" Before Love Of My Life, Freddie says: "We have a song right now that requires a very, very big choir. And that is you. So we're gonna give you the first few lines in this next song, and you can take it wherever you want." After the song, Brian formally introduces Roger and John back to the stage. "And on wondrous vocals, Mr. Freddie Mercury." Freddie forgets most of the words in the first chorus of It's Late. Later he introduces Bohemian Rhapsody from the piano, something he rarely did after the A Day At The Races tour. Brian gives a great performance as well, although his G-string is very out of tune on Sheer Heart Attack (but considering the nature of how the song is performed, it still works). And then at the final peak of the show, just before the final "Of the world" during We Are The Champions, he plays a completely wrong chord, hitting the 7sus4 chord in B instead of C. Here is a brief write-up about the show, referring to a record-setting audience. It also says, "Before the carnival there are a few rock concerts in the Sporthalle, starting off with sold-out Queen and Udo Lindenberg concerts. Uriah Heep and Status Quo sold thousands of tickets for their concerts as well."
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The first 10 pictures were taken by Wolfgang Trabitzsch (and later colour-corrected by Nino Trovato, along with pics 11 to 13).
Part-2
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stan-joonies · 5 years ago
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Remember
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Carlisle had just gotten home and even as he was parking he could hear the soft music playing in the living area. He sighed, relaxing back into the chair and humming silently, enjoying the music.
Carlisle played nervously with his tie, rolling his eyes when his dad swatted his hands away and redid it, cursing him under his breath.
In a couple minutes, his love will walk down that isle and he and her would spend the rest of their lives together.
The church filled up quickly, guests smiling at him as he greeted them and some even pulling him into very excited hugs.
When his wife's mother entered, he made quick work to link their arms and take her towards her seat, making idle conversation on the way and celebrating a small victory when he got a laugh out of her.
Once she was seated, smiling softly, she patted his forearm and got him to sit down.
"You look like you're going to faint, dearest," She produced a cloth and rubbed at the sweat that cloaked his brow. "Wouldn't want to kiss the bride like that,"
Carlisle shook his head.
"No, Mrs L/n,"
She frowned.
"My daughter caught a good one," she mumbled, patting his cheek. There was a sheen to her eyes. They were wet and glossy and her lip wobbled. A deep dread filled him. His wife's mum was a stone cold woman, for Carlisle to get a smile and giggle out of her was rare. To see her cry was almost a legend. To see her like this made his heart race. Mrs L/n was not one to get sentimental and Carlisle had a feeling she wasn't breaking down because of the wedding.
"Is everything alright, Mrs L/n?"
She shook her head, whipping her eyes with the same napkin she used to wipe away Carlisle's sweat.
Her wrinkled hands came to hold his own tightly.
"Promise you'll look after her, Carlisle." She whispered. "You need to look after her. She's so happy with you, so very happy. God truly has blessed this family." She mumbled, looking up at the ceiling of the church. "Oh please keep them safe."
He inched closer.
"Mrs L/n? What has you saddened?"
The lady shook her head, shooing him away.
"It's starting," she muttered, soothing out her clothes with shaky hands.
Carlisle quickly retreated to the alter, looking down the walkway.
His heart thumped in his chest, blood rushing to his face.
Suddenly, the door creeked open.
Carlisle made his way to the door, unlocking it and heading inside. The music was everywhere, blaring from the speakers.
It was elegant and slow and peaceful, the only instrument being a piano, Edward's to be exact.
Y/n had wanted to listen to their wedding song after she was turned, wanted to listen and in turn remember something of her human life, for all her memories had been lost. Yet she still remembered the song. It was a piece she created, something slow and elegant and graceful and peaceful. Yet, nobody could recreate how the music sounded on their wedding day, so she gave up. Then, Edward came along.
Y/n had fell in love with his skills at the piano, transfixed on the melody that he produced. So, as an anniversary present, he recorded himself playing the piano for over six hours, Carlisle was convinced y/n would've cried if it was possible.
It wasn't hard to find her, she was dancing gracefully in the living room, humming along with the song.
Carlise was almost mesmerized with the serine expression sprinkled on her face.
"Come join me, Carlisle,"
She turned, still swaying intune and giggled, reaching out to him.
Swiftly, his arms wrapped around his waist where hers landed on his neck. Their eyes found eachother and melted together. A heat pooled into the both of them, a beauty and grace falling off them in waves.
Carlisle smiled at his wife. Wife. The word rolled off his tongue and made his insides melt.
She was on their bed, asleep, a smile gracing her face and her hands resting on her stomach.
Her stomach had become large in the last couple of months, Carlisle had a suspicion they were having twins.
Carlisle had already imagined it.
Two children, a boy and girl, jumping and rolling around in the garden. Both having soft, h/t hair. Their eyes a beautiful, shining e/c and s/c skin. Their laughs exploding the silence, followed by two older voices.
Carlisle and Y/n stood on the porch, the doctor's hand around her waist, both smiling heartily and laughing at the scene, a flush to their cheeks.
However, Carlisle's hope was fading quickly. Y/n had become deathly sick the past month, her sleeping pattern lengthened, she couldn't eat or barely walk around anymore.
Carlisle was by her side each day, rubbing her stomach, rubbing her back when she would be sick.
He could feel his image of his perfect life crumbling before him.
Carlisle could feel eyes burning into his back, he turned, masking it as an extra twirl so y/n Wouldn't be disturbed in her little bubble.
Two pairs of golden eyes looked at him. Their identical smirks making an even larger smile come to his face.
They had h/c hair and pale skin. Both were extremely tall and both were teenage girls.
Carlisle chuckled lightly, remembering the time he was turned, the time when he visited his old home to see two twin girls frolicking in the garden, a pale, almost lifeless Y/n watching them with tears running down her cheeks only to find out her mother had passed away the same time he disapeared. He remembered watching them from afar for two years. Remembered the fear when y/n had gotten a rotten disease, that particular memory made his grip on Y/n's waist tighten. Remembered hugging y/n after she had turned, both feeling broken and yet whole again. Remembered him watching his daughters growing into beautiful teens beside his wife. Remembered them being harassed by suitors. Remembered them going to their graves and mourning their parents that were only a few feet away. Remembered them trying to jump into a cold river when it became too much for them. He remembered saving them, turning them.
He remembered it all and so much more.
Finally, he closed his eyes, burying his head into her neck and mumbled those words that he had mumbled every time he remembered.
"Marry me again, y/n,"
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norabrice1701 · 4 years ago
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An Offer Received - Part II
A Jaguar Villain Tom Hiddleston Character (Thomas Conrad) fanfic
Pairing: Thomas Conrad x Fem!reader
Summary: Part II - Mr. Conrad plays five steps ahead of you, baiting his trap, planting his seed...of change, that is. 
Rating: Part II - an F-bomb or two, controlling behavior 
Previously: Part I - 5 Minutes 
A/N: Thank you for all the Part I love! This work of fiction is intentionally free of any direct country references. Conrad’s sights are set bigger than any one nation. 
GIF credit to the original poster via the Tumblr search! 
Part II - 5 Weeks 
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The news sent shock waves through the corporation. Even five weeks later, the rumors still hadn’t died down.
The most common theory was that you fucked him for the position. Sure, you didn’t wear the shortest skirts or the tightest blouses, but you were pretty enough and still a woman – and he was just a man. It was an obvious, frustrating assumption. The second prevailing theory was that you just plain fucked up. Why else would someone move from department head to a glorified office assistant?
Of course, no one ever said anything to your face. Your presence brought too much undeniable authority for anyone to make a direct snide remark. But you didn't buy-in to the gossip about Conrad before, and you didn’t buy-in to the theories now. Everyone could speculate on the limits of your ambition, but you held your head high, secure in the truth that you hadn't sacrificed your integrity to get the position. Hell, it wasn't even something you asked for. 
But with each week that passed, the noise became easier to drown out as your knowledge of the corporation’s inner workings expanded exponentially. As Head of Production, you had a limited purview – but now, nothing was off-limits. Civil service initiatives. Defense contracts. Private buyer agreements. All in addition to the main consumer technology ‘gadget’ market.
It proved endlessly fascinating. The corporation had branched into so many different industrial and municipal strata that it was no wonder LOKI continued to post record-topping revenue each quarter during Conrad’s reign.
It made you wonder. Had Conrad been the architect of all this? Somehow, you doubted the former CEO had left this grand vision for Conrad to execute. The old guard – largely symbolized by Mrs. Brunhilde – was a thing of the past, and Conrad plainly had eyes for the future.
True to his word, you took very few of his calls and managed very little of his schedule. You knew it, of course, and had turned plenty of people away who hoped to just ‘drop in on him’. You’d note names, numbers and topics, adding them to your list of talking points for your daily meeting with him.
Those meetings proved unforgiving on a good day, and brutal if any fires burned. You had to ace it – an ever-changing status to condense the daily workings of a multi-faceted corporation into a few minutes’ time. But Conrad never missed anything – his questions cut to the chase, distilled issues down to their core, and always looked five moves ahead.
Of course, he had to look flawless all the while. You’d never once seen him with his tie loose or sleeves rolled up. His suit jacket came and went, but it wasn't a tell of his mood. He maintained a professional, even keel and nothing ever seemed to fluster him. Even when production numbers took a dip during the transition – even though you would begrudgingly admit that Jeremy Barton was doing a decent job – and even when a lucrative acquisition contract with Hong Kong fell through, you never saw the man break a sweat.
You sighed, forcing yourself back to focus, thumping another file folder onto the stack, this one named Operation ‘Lily Pad’. Oddly enough, the corporate-level initiatives had the most unprofessional and vague names.You’d received word late in the day that Conrad planned to lead a meeting with the corporate investing committee tomorrow. He hadn’t shared the objective, but he had requested four slides of investment figures and activities from each department, highlighting the corporate-level initiatives.
So, here you were at 7:46 pm on a Wednesday night, reading and typing away. At least, you weren’t alone. Not that you were counting, but Conrad hadn’t emerged from his office in over three hours. And he didn’t really have to – with a private washroom, and probably a hidden kitchenette in the wall paneling, why would he?
Perhaps you would look at getting a mini-fridge for your desk if these late-night tasks continued. Your stomach rumbled again with hunger as you reached for the next folder.
Operation ‘Blue Sea’. By far the largest in the company, and the biggest consumer of resources with little to show for profitability. Of all the initiatives in the portfolio, it did look the oddest, but admittedly, you were still coming up to speed on federally-funded projects. You poured over the funding update, trying to condense the information for the slide.  
“I thought you might be hungry.”
You looked up, startled by the sudden mellifluous tone. How had you not heard him exit his office and walk to your desk?
“I…,” you shook your head clear, “I am, sir, but I should really finish this. You have your investing committee meeting up first tomorrow.”
“I do, indeed. And the night is far from over,” he paused, the corner of his mouth lifting as if in regret, “but needs must.”
You eyed him warily, unable to tell if he was making a joke. Had you ever seen him eat? Yes, he’d sipped from coffee mugs, teacups and to-go cups – but you didn’t think you’d ever seen the man ingest food.
“Come on,” he nodded for the suite door, “I know the perfect place.”
His tone told you that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so you rose, grabbing your purse and scarf. Early autumn had brought a touch of chill to the daily breeze, but not enough to require a coat. Of course, Conrad was all buttoned-up in his perpetual state of perfection. 
Following him into the elevator, riding in companionable silence with the knowledge that you two were actually leaving together, getting food together…part of you wasn't convinced that this wasn’t a hunger-induced hallucination, while the schoolgirl part of you was giddy with the prospect of a public outing with such a man.
Not that this was anywhere near a date.
“This way.” He turned in the parking garage, dulcet tones echoing off the concrete surfaces.
Dutifully, you followed, just resisting an eye-roll as he strolled up to a gleaming white car. A Jaguar from the markings. 
Of course. Of course, a man in his position would drive such a flashy, sleek, sexy vehicle. He held open the passenger door without further ado, and you didn’t make a fuss about his show of chivalry. As with all things, you knew when to pick your battles. And accepting his dinner not-quite-invitation, sitting in his car, going to a place of his choosing – you knew better to let it play out for now.
He slid with fluid grace into the driver’s seat, closing the door behind him as the car roared to life. The buttery leather of your seat rumbled with the silky purr of the engine for the briefest second before the gears shifted and the car shot out into the night.
One big, seductive power play. How many other women had he poured into this same seat who just opened their legs at the sight of him at the wheel? Admittedly, it was an extremely appealing sight – the effortless ease with which he handled the tightly coiled power and navigated the city traffic. Faint piano music filled the interior, just audible over the engine’s steady growl.
It took you a few measures, but then you recognized it. Your piano teacher would be so proud. “Beethoven,” you glanced over at him with a small smile, “if I’m not mistaken.”
He nodded. “Very good.” The music stretched a little further between you. “Are you a classical music fan, or do you play?”
“A little of both, I suppose. I enjoy a good symphony when I can spare the time. And I took piano lessons through school. Sacrificed it to pursue a more practical career.”
“A shame, really. The world can always use more talented artists.”
You held back a snort. “I wouldn’t say I was a talented artist.”
“Perhaps not, but you’re not the type to accept failure.”
You licked your lips, suddenly uncertain. “And what of yourself? Classical music fan, or do you play?”
“Yes, to both.”
Your gaze dropped to his hands on the steering wheel. Such long, elegant, strong fingers. Perfect pianist’s hands. A blush rose on your cheeks as you turned to look out the windshield. “Well, they do say there’s a correlation between engineering and music.”
“Of course.” He sounded almost bored. “Most of my senior staff are amateur musicians of some kind.”
The thought made you pause. Did he already know that you played piano before asking you? How could he possibly know that? There was no official record of all those years you sat on Mrs. Campbell’s bench with her metronome and stern instructions in your ear. Was there?
Suddenly, the interior felt suffocating and your sense of unease grew. Just what sort of man was Conrad? You knew he was powerful within the walls of LOKI…but just how far did that power extend outside those walls?
He turned off the main street, gliding down a narrow lane that teemed with store and restaurant fronts. You squinted at the passing names, not sure if you’d heard of any of them. Just where exactly were you? 
The car rolled to a stop in front of an unassuming building. Unassuming, but not inelegant. Burgundy lacquer coated the front and swooping gold script simply read Sora’s. Conrad exited the vehicle and you closely followed, not giving him the opportunity to come around for your door again. He did, however, hold the restaurant door open for you to pass through first. 
Couples sat at the majority of tables as servers bustled about. The air was rich with aromas of spices and savory ramen flavors that made your mouth water. A warm, steady hand ghosted the small of your back and you caught a sudden hint of subtle, woodsy cologne. You chased the scent, taking a deep breath. Conrad brushed by you just as quick as he had stepped close - leaving you reeling in his wake. What was wrong with you? One minute you were drooling over the restaurant smells, and the next, wanting only to smell your boss’ cologne. 
God, you needed food. And wine, probably. Lots of wine. 
Conrad stepped up to the host, a smile lighting his face as he was obviously recognized. The host smiled wide, speaking in a smooth Japanese dialect as he gestured at your boss. Conrad returned the man’s greeting, Japanese syllables rolling effortlessly off his tongue. The host handed over a menu and Conrad took it with grace. 
“Here,” he handed it to you, “choose anything you’d like.” 
You skimmed the selections. “What would you recommend?” 
He indicated a couple, and it wasn’t a hard choice. Once he relayed your order to the host, and the host scurried off towards the kitchen, you couldn’t hold back, looking to Conrad with a small smile. “I didn’t know you spoke Japanese.” 
He looked over with a quirked brow, as if surprised at your boldness. “You haven’t needed to know.”
“Did you learn after becoming CEO? Or was this a skill you brought to the position?” 
“You don’t ask such trite questions. I suggest you don’t start now.” 
You froze on the sharp remark. What had changed between the conversation in the car, the touch to your back, and right now to warrant such a response? Perhaps he was uncomfortable in a public setting, talking about himself. Perhaps when you got him alone in the car again, you could...no, there would be no could.
In surprisingly short order, a server rushed to the front with a carry-out bag as the host motioned Conrad forward. 
“Sir,” you called after him, “please let me pay for my dinner.” 
He ignored you, accepting the bag with a nod and parting words that you didn’t understand. Without any further exchange, he turned, easily side-stepping you and holding open the restaurant door in silent expectation. 
You didn’t hold back your glare as you brushed by him. All at once, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d played you. That he’d orchestrated the entire outing to his exact specifications. It was the only explanation why the food had arrived so quick after placing the order and why he didn't pay in person.
You sighed as you settled back into the passenger seat. “Let me see if I understand this right,” you said as Beethoven’s gentle strains resumed, “you called ahead and paid in advance. Of course, you placed your order over the phone, but as far as my food…how did you know what I would choose?”
The corner of his mouth lifted in the passing streetlight. “It’s commonplace for first-timers to ask a regular for their recommendation. Knowing what I would recommend for you helped narrow the selection so the kitchen could plan in advance.”
“But there was still no guarantee that I would pick from your recommendations.”
“There’s very few guarantees on anything, but there's one predictable truth of humanity – the truth that you crave subjugation. You had the freedom of choice, and yet you chose to defer to my direction, instead.”
“Predictable truth of humanity?” You arched a brow in disbelief, offense prickling along your spine. Who did Conrad think he was? “Is that true of you, too, sir?” 
Nothing about Conrad’s demeanor suggested that he enjoyed surrendering control. In fact, he seemed much more the type to enact subjugation than surrender to it. 
Nothing about that thought was comforting.
You turned to glare out the window as he offered no answer to your question. A throng of people had gathered outside of a large building – you couldn’t tell what. Some people held signs for peace, equality; others held hands, small candles, offered prayers and songs; each protesting the injustice that ran rampant and the need for a changed world. 
Conrad’s voice carried softly. “They say we live in the most developed, advanced civilization in all of human history. Yet society rots around us. Global injustice of those still judged for their race, nationality, gender, creed. The superpowers of the world crumble under the very weight of their titles - divided, conflicted - and fail to learn the lessons from history. The Romans proved that military might is not enough to survive. Internal divisions, squabbles – failure at administrating peace – ate the Persian and Mongol empires from within. Focus cannot just be on one strength with the rest ignored; nor, is it worth the risk of burnout from fortifying all fronts at once as the British Empire once did.”
You turned towards him, brow furrowed in the low light. Where was he going with this?
His gaze focused out the windshield, but there was no mistaking the serene conviction on his face. “With each protest, each bombing, each hungry mouth that starves to death – we are witnessing the decline of the modern age as we know it. The leaders of this world, this realm, have been blind too long to acknowledge the problem. And their arrogant, blind ignorance will be their downfall.”
You swallowed, taking in everything he said. It was certainly an unexpected turn of conversation. “You’ve clearly spent a lot of time thinking about this. It’s almost a wonder you aren’t in politics.”
“Their games are meaningless drivel. Their false promises and continual inability to affect global change drive us further into decay.”
“Then…then what are you suggesting? Yes, I agree – change is needed. But you…you do recognize the throne from which you preach?” You couldn’t help a small scoff of disbelief. “You sneer at powerful people on high, making decisions for the world – but how are you any different? Sitting atop the throne of the largest tech giant in the world? One could argue that almost gives you a more powerful platform. At least, everyone knows that you’re just out to make money for the company.”
“Do not mistake me for a robber baron.” His voice lost none of its clipped calm, despite your words. “The opportunities afforded by this position will be made clear to the world soon enough. As will the knowledge that with the right support, the right drive to succeed – change can be realized. For the good of all.”
You had to admit it was a nice thought. A world for the good of all, not just those who the powerful decided it was for. You turned to the window, not entirely sure what to make of the conversation. It surprised you, honestly. You’d never given Conrad enough credit to consider others beyond himself. Yet here he was…sympathetic to the need for global change.
Maybe, just maybe…you could agree with him. You nodded slowly. “For the good of all.”
Up Next: Part III.1 - 5 Months
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For @gumnut-logic ’s FabFiveFeb Challenge
Prompt Four  - Scott
[“What do you mean?” / crease / a dream]
Scott and the no good very bad life day. Yes, there’s a theme to these why u ask.
His father had once said that Scott had adrenaline instead of blood. He’d sounded proud, at the time. A real chip off the old block.
And Scott had smiled, because it was permission, wasn’t it? Permission to gorge himself on fast cars, fast planes, fast women. To live a young man’s dream and know that when he’d sated himself, he’d have a place ready and waiting at his father’s right hand. As certain as though he’d been carved from his rib, the two of them linked inextricably forever.
That part’s still true, of course. Except it means that when his father -- when his father left, he took half of Scott with him. He left behind the part that drinks, at least. That’s something. Small mercies.
God what Scott wouldn’t do for a small mercy.
Sleet is falling in New York, damp and heavy over last night's snow, and it'll be an ice rink out there later. Scott won't be out in it though. Scott can't see himself ever leaving this desk again. The news is out and the investors are terrified and the board is demanding and Scott can’t step foot on that island, not yet, so he’s surrounded himself with flashing datapads full of blurry figures, donned a tie, and locked the door. 
His personal comm flashes. A dozen messages he won’t answer. His father’s does, too. Those he can’t. The datapads blink amber and red and the stock market reels and his father’s --
His father’s secretary had called him Mr Tracy. 
Last week she was Abigail and he was Scott and he’d had a very different use for the black silk tie, but last week had been a lifetime ago. Last week Mr Tracy had been a nebulous character lying somewhere in Scott’s far distant future. A title to be passed down when he was grey haired himself and ready and Christ but he was never going to be ready for this. Never.
He can still hear Casey, yelling his father’s name. Can still feel the ice that had crawled up his spine and into his veins and left him hanging there, helpless, unable to even speak when John’s pale face had appeared over his father’s jumpseat. How he’d just sat there and watched his brother break.
He’d made John tell their grandmother. Made Virgil call Gordon. 
Mr Tracy delegates.
He expects one day he’ll be sorry enough to feel ashamed.
---
Casey appears somewhere around dawn, datapad in hand. He doesn’t know how she bypassed the locked door and he doesn’t ask. She pulls up the chair on the other side of Mr Tracy’s desk, picks up the near empty bottle of scotch and peers critically at the dregs.
“Tracy.”
“Colonel.”
“This needs to stop.”
“What do you mean?”
She glares at him, the glare that strikes terror into the heart of raw recruit and seasoned soldier alike. Luckily or otherwise, Scott seems now to be beyond its reach.
“You look awful.” Scott has less than no desire to look himself in the eye right now, but he can feel the crease that’s worked its way between his eyebrows, can smell the alcohol on his own breath. He isn’t sure what sort of reply he’s meant to give her. She doesn’t wait for one. “Go home.”
“The business --”
“Has been running itself just fine while your father’s been busy elsewhere and you well know it.”
“I can’t --”
“Damn you can’t!” Casey shoves a pile of datapads to the side, lets them scatter across the floor in a cacophony of splintering glass, and shoves the one she’s holding directly under his nose. He blinks down at it, his bleary eyes struggling to focus. Words, not figures. His own name in bold, underlined, awaiting a signature. “This is where your duty lies, Tracy. Here.”
Something coalesces out of the haze. Alan’s name. Gordon’s. The words age of majority and in loco parentis.
Fuck.
“Fuck.”
Casey sighs and drops back into the chair. “If you aren’t willing then your grandmother will take guardianship, but at her age --”
At her age there’s no guarantee she’ll see Alan reach eighteen, is what Casey means. Jokes on her, because right now Scott can’t imagine any of them existing from one hour to the next.
“It’s really necessary?”
“Your sixteen year old brother had a twenty minute introduction to a submersible and is now somewhere at the bottom of the South Pacific and refusing all calls to surface. What do you think?”
There’s a nasty little sting then, at the memory of his father presenting Brains with the vat of yellow paint. At the way he’d laughed off Brains’ suggestion of c-camouflage, sir? Because the whole world will see my boy coming regardless, don’t you fear. 
But for all of there’s Dad in Scott there’s enough of Scott in Gordon for him to know to let him lie. At least no-one will have to drag Gordon up from the depths, he’ll rise when he’s good and ready.
Scott’s always needed dragging.
“Grandma sent you, didn’t she.”
Casey huffs. It’s not a denial. “Someone had to.” She nods at the still flashing comm, the unanswered messages evidence enough of her point. “Will you take some advice, Scott? From an old friend?”
“Sure.” Small mercies. 
“Your father was an -- an incredible man. I don’t need to tell you that. I have no doubt that in time you will be just as impressive. But right now, there’s only one part of his legacy that matters. Don’t you agree that that’s where your duty lies?”
Scott looks at the datapads still flashing their figures from cracked screens, thinks of Alan, small and frightened, his hands fisted in the edge of John’s sweater. Thinks of his father and a vat of yellow paint, of Virgil leaving oil stains on silent piano keys. Of all the Alan’s and Gordon’s and Virgil’s and John’s and goddamn it all the Scott’s who feel this way every damn day. Of the way his father had unveiled One to him as though she was goddess and Scott baptised her faithful servant. He thinks of duty, and for a second he tastes adrenaline.
(Years later he’ll realise he missed her point, but it’s too late then. Maybe it always was.)
“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah.” 
And signs.
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Arthur "Harpo" Marx (born Adolph Marx; November 23, 1888 – September 28, 1964) was an American comedian, actor, mime artist, and musician, and the second-oldest of the Marx Brothers. In contrast to the mainly verbal comedy of his brothers Groucho Marx and Chico Marx, Harpo's comic style was visual, being an example of both clown and pantomime traditions. He wore a curly reddish blond wig, and never spoke during performances (he blew a horn or whistled to communicate). He frequently used props such as a horn cane, made up of a pipe, tape, and a bulbhorn, and he played the harp in most of his films.
Harpo was born on November 23, 1888, in Manhattan. He grew up in a neighborhood now known as Carnegie Hill on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, on East 93rd Street off Lexington Avenue. The turn-of-the-century tenement that Harpo later called (in his autobiography Harpo Speaks!) "the first real home I can remember" was populated with European immigrants, mostly artisans—which even included a glass blower. Just across the street were the oldest brownstones in the area, owned by people like David L. Loew and William Orth.
Harpo's parents were Sam Marx (called "Frenchie" throughout his life) and his wife, Minnie Schoenberg Marx. Minnie's brother was Al Shean. Marx's family was Jewish. His mother was from East Frisia in Germany, and his father was a native of Alsace in France and worked as a tailor.
Harpo received little formal education and left grade school at age eight (mainly due to bullying) during his second attempt to pass the second grade. He began to work, gaining employment in numerous odd jobs alongside his brother Chico to contribute to the family income, including selling newspapers, working in a butcher shop, and as an errand office boy.
In January 1910, Harpo joined two of his brothers, Julius (later "Groucho") and Milton (later "Gummo"), to form "The Three Nightingales", later changed to simply "The Marx Brothers". Multiple stories—most unsubstantiated—exist to explain Harpo's evolution as the "silent" character in the brothers' act. In his memoir, Groucho wrote that Harpo simply wasn't very good at memorizing dialogue, and thus was ideal for the role of the "dunce who couldn't speak", a common character in vaudeville acts of the time.
Harpo gained his stage name during a card game at the Orpheum Theatre in Galesburg, Illinois. The dealer (Art Fisher) called him "Harpo" because he played the harp. He learned how to hold it properly from a picture of an angel playing a harp that he saw in a five-and-dime. No one in town knew how to play the harp, so Harpo tuned it as best he could, starting with one basic note and tuning it from there. Three years later he found out he had tuned it incorrectly, but he could not have tuned it properly; if he had, the strings would have broken each night. Harpo's method placed much less tension on the strings.[citation needed] Although he played this way for the rest of his life, he did try to learn how to play correctly, and he spent considerable money hiring the best teachers. They spent their time listening to him, fascinated by the way he played. The major exception was Mildred Dilling, a professional harpist who did teach Harpo the proper techniques of the instrument and collaborated with him regularly when he had difficulty with various compositions.
In the autobiography Harpo Speaks! (1961), he recounts how Chico found him jobs playing piano to accompany silent movies. Unlike Chico, Harpo could play only two songs on the piano, "Waltz Me Around Again, Willie" and "Love Me and the World Is Mine," but he adapted this small repertoire in different tempos to suit the action on the screen. He was also seen playing a portion of Rachmaninoff's "Prelude in C# minor" in A Day at the Races and chords on the piano in A Night at the Opera, in such a way that the piano sounded much like a harp, as a prelude to actually playing the harp in that scene.
Harpo had changed his name from Adolph to Arthur by 1911. This was due primarily to his dislike for the name Adolph (as a child, he was routinely called "Ahdie" instead). The name change may have also happened because of the similarity between Harpo's name and Adolph Marks, a prominent show business attorney in Chicago. Urban legends stating that the name change came about during World War I due to anti-German sentiment in the US, or during World War II because of the stigma that Adolf Hitler imposed on the name, are groundless.
His first screen appearance was in the film Humor Risk (1921), with his brothers, although according to Groucho, it was only screened once and then lost. Four years later, Harpo appeared without his brothers in Too Many Kisses (1925), four years before the brothers' first released film, The Cocoanuts (1929). In Too Many Kisses, Harpo spoke the only line he would ever speak on-camera in a movie: "You sure you can't move?" (said to the film's tied-up hero before punching him). Fittingly, it was a silent movie, and the audience saw only his lips move and the line on a title card.
Harpo was often cast as Chico's eccentric partner-in-crime, whom he would often help by playing charades to tell of Groucho's problem, and/or annoy by giving Chico his leg, either to give it a rest or as an alternative to a handshake.
Harpo became known for prop-laden sight gags, in particular the seemingly infinite number of odd things stored in his topcoat's oversized pockets. In the film Horse Feathers (1932), Groucho, referring to an impossible situation, tells Harpo that he cannot "burn the candle at both ends." Harpo immediately produces from within his coat pocket a lit candle burning at both ends. In the same film, a homeless man on the street asks Harpo for money for a cup of coffee, and he subsequently produces a steaming cup, complete with saucer, from inside his coat. Also in Horse Feathers, he has a fish and a sword, and when he wants to go to his speakeasy, he stabs the fish in its mouth with his sword to give the password, "Swordfish." In Duck Soup, he produces a lit blowtorch to light a cigar. As author Joe Adamson put in his book, Groucho, Harpo, Chico and Sometimes Zeppo, "The president of the college has been shouted down by a mute."
Harpo often used facial expressions and mime to get his point across. One of his facial expressions, which he used in every Marx Brothers film and stage play, beginning with Fun in Hi Skule, was known as "the Gookie." Harpo created it by mimicking the expression of Mr. Gehrke, a New York tobacconist who would make a similar face while concentrating on rolling cigars.
Harpo further distinguished his character by wearing a "fright wig". Early in his career it was dyed pink, as evidenced by color film posters of the time and by allusions to it in films, with character names such as "Pinky" in Duck Soup. It tended to show as blond on-screen due to the black-and-white film stock at the time. Over time, he darkened the pink to more of a reddish color, again films alluded to it with character names such as "Rusty".
His non-speaking in his early films was occasionally referred to by the other Marx Brothers, who were careful to imply that his character's not speaking was a choice rather than a disability. They would make joking reference to this part of his act. For example, in Animal Crackers his character was ironically dubbed "The Professor". In The Cocoanuts, this exchange occurred:
Groucho: "Who is this?"
Chico: "Dat's-a my partner, but he no speak."
Groucho: "Oh, that's your silent partner!"
In later films, Harpo was repeatedly put in situations where he attempted to convey a vital message by whistling and pantomime, reinforcing the idea that his character was unable to speak.
The Marxes' film At the Circus (1939) contains a unique scene where Harpo is ostensibly heard saying "A-choo!" twice, as he sneezes. It is unclear, however, whether he actually voiced the line, or if he mimed it while someone said it off-camera.
In 1933, following U.S. diplomatic recognition of the Soviet Union, he spent six weeks in Moscow as a performer and goodwill ambassador. His tour was a huge success. Harpo's name was transliterated into Russian, using the Cyrillic alphabet, as ХАРПО МАРКС, and was billed as such during his Soviet Union appearances. Harpo, having no knowledge of Russian, pronounced it as "Exapno Mapcase". At that time Harpo and the Soviet Foreign Minister Maxim Litvinov became friends and even performed a routine on stage together. During this time he served as a secret courier; delivering communiques to and from the US embassy in Moscow at the request of Ambassador William Christian Bullitt, Jr., smuggling the messages in and out of Russia by taping a sealed envelope to his leg beneath his trousers, an event described in David Fromkin's 1995 book In the Time of the Americans. In Harpo Speaks!, Marx describes his relief at making it out of the Soviet Union, recalling how "I pulled up my pants, ripped off the tape, unwound the straps, handed over the dispatches from Ambassador Bullitt, and gave my leg its first scratch in ten days."
The Russia trip was later memorialized in a bizarre science fiction novella, The Foreign Hand Tie by Randall Garrett, a tale of telepathic spies which is full of references to the Marx Brothers and their films (The title itself is a Marx-like pun on the dual ideas of a "foreign hand" and a style of neckwear known as a "four-in-hand tie.")
In 1936, he was one of a number of performers and celebrities to appear as caricatures in the Walt Disney Production of Mickey's Polo Team. Harpo was part of a team of polo-playing movie stars which included Charlie Chaplin and Laurel and Hardy. His mount was an ostrich. Walt Disney would later have Harpo (with Groucho and Chico) appear as one of King Cole's "Fiddlers Three" in the Silly Symphony Mother Goose Goes Hollywood.
Harpo was also caricatured in Sock-A-Bye Baby (1934), an early episode of the Popeye cartoon series created by Fleischer Studios. Harpo is playing the harp, and wakes up Popeye's baby, and then Popeye punches and apparantly "kills" him. (After Popeye hits him, a halo appears over his head and he floats to the sky.)
Friz Freleng's 1936 Merrie Melodies cartoon The Coo-Coo Nut Grove featuring animal versions of assorted celebrities, caricatures Harpo as a bird with a red beak. When he first appears, he is chasing a woman, but the woman later turns out to be Groucho.
Harpo also took an interest in painting, and a few of his works can be seen in his autobiography. In the book, Marx tells a story about how he tried to paint a nude female model, but froze up because he simply did not know how to paint properly. The model took pity on him, however, showing him a few basic strokes with a brush, until finally Harpo (fully clothed) took the model's place as the subject and the naked woman painted his portrait.
Harpo recorded an album of harp music for RCA Victor (Harp by Harpo, 1952) and two for Mercury Records (Harpo in Hi-Fi, 1957; Harpo at Work, 1958).
Harpo made television appearances through the 1950s and 60s, including a 1955 episode of I Love Lucy, in which he and Lucille Ball re-enacted the famous mirror scene from the Marx Brothers movie Duck Soup (1933).[19] In this scene, they are both supposed to be Harpo, not Groucho; he stays the same and she is dressed as him. About this time, he also appeared on NBC's The Martha Raye Show. Harpo and Chico played a television anthology episode of General Electric Theater entitled "The Incredible Jewelry Robbery" entirely in pantomime in 1959, with a brief surprise appearance by Groucho at the end. In 1960, he appeared in an episode of The DuPont Show with June Allyson entitled "A Silent Panic", playing a deaf-mute who, as a "mechanical man" in a department store window, witnessed a gangland murder. In 1961, he made guest appearances on The Today Show, Play Your Hunch, Candid Camera, I've Got a Secret, Here's Hollywood, Art Linkletter's House Party, Groucho's quiz show You Bet Your Life, The Ed Sullivan Show, and Your Surprise Package to publicize his autobiography Harpo Speaks!.
In November 1961 he guest-starred with Carol Burnett in an installment of The DuPont Show of the Week entitled "The Wonderful World of Toys". The show was filmed in Central Park and featured Marx playing "Autumn Leaves" on the harp. Other stars appearing in the episode included Eva Gabor, Audrey Meadows, Mitch Miller and Milton Berle. A visit to the set inspired poet Robert Lowell to compose a poem about Marx.
Harpo's two final television appearances came less than a month apart in late 1962. He portrayed a guardian angel on CBS's The Red Skelton Show on September 25. He guest starred as himself on October 20 in the episode "Musicale" of ABC's Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, a sitcom starring Fess Parker, based on the 1939 Frank Capra film.
Harpo married actress Susan Fleming on September 28, 1936. The wedding became public knowledge after President Franklin D. Roosevelt sent the couple a telegram of congratulations the following month. Harpo's marriage, like Gummo's, was lifelong. (Groucho was divorced three times, Zeppo twice, Chico once.) The couple adopted four children: Bill, Alex, Jimmy, and Minnie. When he was asked by George Burns in 1948 how many children he planned to adopt, he answered, "I’d like to adopt as many children as I have windows in my house. So when I leave for work, I want a kid in every window, waving goodbye."
Harpo was good friends with theater critic Alexander Woollcott, and became a regular member of the Algonquin Round Table. He once said his main contribution was to be the audience for the quips of other members. In their play The Man Who Came to Dinner, George S. Kaufman and Moss Hart based the character of "Banjo" on Harpo. Harpo later played the role in Los Angeles opposite Woollcott, who had inspired the character of Sheridan Whiteside.
In 1961 Harpo published his autobiography, Harpo Speaks!. Because he never spoke a word in character, many believed he actually was mute. In fact, radio and TV news recordings of his voice can be found on the Internet, in documentaries, and on bonus materials of Marx Brothers DVDs. A reporter who interviewed him in the early 1930s wrote that "he [Harpo] ... had a deep and distinguished voice, like a professional announcer", and like his brothers, spoke with a New York accent his entire life. According to those who personally knew him, Harpo's voice was much deeper than Groucho's, but it also sounded very similar to Chico's. His son, Bill, recalled that in private Harpo had a very deep and mature soft-spoken voice, but that he was "not verbose" like the other Marx brothers; Harpo preferred listening and learning from others.
Harpo's final public appearance came on January 19, 1963, with singer/comedian Allan Sherman. Sherman burst into tears when Harpo announced his retirement from the entertainment business. Comedian Steve Allen, who was in the audience, remembered that Harpo spoke for several minutes about his career, and how he would miss it all, and repeatedly interrupted Sherman when he tried to speak. The audience found it charmingly ironic, Allen said, that Harpo, who had never before spoken on stage or screen, "wouldn't shut up!" Harpo, an avid croquet player, was inducted into the Croquet Hall of Fame in 1979.
Harpo Marx died on September 28, 1964, (his 28th wedding anniversary), at age 75 in a West Los Angeles hospital, one day after undergoing heart surgery. Harpo's death was said to have hit the surviving Marx brothers very hard. Groucho's son Arthur Marx, who attended the funeral with most of the Marx family, later said that Harpo's funeral was the only time in his life that he ever saw his father cry. In his will, Harpo Marx donated his trademark harp to the State of Israel. His remains were cremated, and his ashes were scattered at a golf course in Rancho Mirage, California.
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oh  ,   word  ?   jesse*  ,  brooks  ,  daniel  ,  wendy  ,  zion  ,  lana  ,  haylee  ,  &  aimee  are  back  in  town  ?  they’ve  got  12  hours  to  make  their  first  appearance   ,   or  they’re  officially  #irrelevant   !
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neels visser. cismale. he/him.  /  jesse zayne just pulled up blasting chateau by blackbear  — that song is so them ! you know, for an twenty-three year old musician, i’ve heard they’re really -cynical, but that they make up for it by being so +endearing. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say ice cold eyes, half written lullabies hummed in silence, ring clad fingertips . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( layla, 23, est, est ) blackbear’s discography
* jesse  is  currently  a  taken  name  .  please  message  the  main  with  a  second  choice  asap  .
timothee chalamet. cis male. he/him.  /  brooks evreux just pulled up blasting tony tone by a$ap rocky  — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty-six year old music producer & singer/rapper, i’ve heard they’re really irascible, but that they make up for it by being so spirited. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say ambiguous times of day muddled by a windowless music studio filled with chord-plucking and studious irritability, pale warm hands that hold onto things too tightly, & the drunken urge to give an impromptu speech whenever you’re at a party. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( aubs, 21, est, she/her ) john bellion’s discography
jonathan whitesell. cismale. he/him.  /  daniel colejust pulled up blasting mr brightside by the killers  — that song is so them ! you know, for an twenty-three year old musician, i’ve heard they’re really -timorous, but that they make up for it by being so +likable. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say green highlights, reserved smiles, and friday nights spent looking at social media to avoid confrontation . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( shay, 23, est, she/her ) blink 182′s discography
ansel elgort. cismale. he & him.  /  wentworth ‘wendy’ laurent just pulled up blasting kids by pup  — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty two year old actor + musician, i’ve heard they’re really facetious, but that they make up for it by being so animated. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say tie-dye hoodie drawn up like armor, a collection of burner iphones carelessly thrown around, limbs that move to the sound of their own orchestra. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( ems, 19, pst, she/her ) finn wolfhard's filmography & 21 pilots discography
jack gilinsky. cismale. he/him.  /  zion herschel just pulled up blasting two birds, one stone by drake  — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty two year old left wing for the la kings, i’ve heard they’re really guileless, but that they make up for it by being so considerate. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say the sound of ice skates slicing through the ice , an ice bath followed by a heated night in the sheets , thinking wearing joggers is a personality trait. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( p, 21, mdt, she/her ) connor mcdavid career claim
romee strijd. cis female. she/her.  /  lana davis just pulled up blasting adore you by harry styles  — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty-four year old victoria’s secret angel/model, i’ve heard they’re really -resentful, but that they make up for it by being so +passionate . if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say too much caffeine on a daily basis, warm smiles on a summer evening , the lingering smell of chanel coco mademoiselle . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( clara , 24 , gmt, she/her ) kendall jenner career claim
sophie turner. cisfemale. she/her.  /  haylee sinclair just pulled up blasting cool girl by tove lo  — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty - four year old actress, i’ve heard they’re really tempestuous, but that they make up for it by being so boisterous. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say last nights blunt still burning on the nightstand, dancing on the bar well past last call and contagious laughter during a sunset joyride. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( c, 24, mst, she/her ) sophie turner and florence pugh’s filmography
liz gillies. cisfemale. she/her.  / aimee wright just pulled up blasting killer queen by queen  — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty-four year old singer/songwriter, i’ve heard they’re really -impetuous, but that they make up for it by being so +gregarious. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say flutes of champagne, loose pieces of paper inside of a guitar case, and a melody playing on a grand piano. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( hope, 24, est, she/her ) ( vc: meghan trainor & katelyn tarver )
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I have recently reached my next follower goal and honestly, I have no words..! There are so many of you ahhh!! Thank you very much!! I’m incredibly grateful for everyone who gave me a follow over those years and to those who support my edits. ❤️ Here is a small celebration as a thank you! 😊 Pick as many of these as you like but, please, be patient with me if it takes a while.
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a e s t h e t i c ❤️ • element: water - air - fire - earth - æther • season: spring - summer - autumn - winter • flower: lilac - lavender - daffodil - peony - orchid - sunflower - iris - magnolia • scent: citruses - rain - coffee - cinnamon - roses - vanilla - books - mint • landscape: city - forest - rainforest - country - mountains - beach - lake - ocean - desert • celestial object: sun - moon - stars - nebula - planet - comet • supernatural being: dragon - phoenix - mermaid - witch - werewolf - ghost - elf - vampire • following: no(t yet) sorry, but ily ♥ - now! - yes ofc - always and forever
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J a n e  A u s t e n - e s q u e🌹 • identity: the tender-hearted orphan of a mysterious origin - the rich & independent heiress - the respectable & kind daughter of a clergyman - the perfectly tolerable & witty middle sister - the spirited & adventurous only child - the brave & lovable wallflower - the noble & wealthy patroness of arts - the enigmatic & runaway daughter of an empoverished family • occupation: gentlewoman - respectable young miss - governess - lady’s companion - theatre diva - writer - painter - explorer - piano teacher - charity worker • location: Barton Cottage - Mansfield Park - Hartfield - Kellynch Hall - Northanger Abbey - Netherfield - Bath - Pemberley - London • kindred spirit: Elinor Dashwood - Emma Woodhouse - Anne Eliot - Jane Bennet - Eleanor Tilney - Fanny Price - Charlotte Lucas • soulmate: Edward Ferrars - Colonel Brandon - Mr Darcy - Elizabeth Bennet - George Knightley - Frederick Wentworth - Henry Tilney - Catherine Morland - Edmund Bertram • quote: • following: no(t yet) sorry, but ily ♥ - now! - yes ofc - always and forever
T o l k i e n ⚔ • race: maia - elf - human - hobbit - dwarf • location: Gondolin - Rivendell - Alqualondë - Lothlórien - Mirkwood - Minas Tirith - Edoras - Fangorn Forest - Bag End - Erebor - Lake Town - Ithilien - Tol Galen - Dol Amroth • occupation: Dúnedain ranger - rider of Rohan - shieldmaiden - soldier of Gondor - lord / lady of (Númenór - Gondor - Rohan - the Noldor - the Sindar - the Teleri) - Galadhrim warrior - jeweller & weaponsmith - scholar & librarian - gardener - burglar • weapon: sword (Ringil - Andúril - Guthwine - Orcrist - Glamdring - Sting) - Gondolin knife - spear Aeglos - longbow of the Galadhrim - Númenorian steelbow - Black Arrow - the Phial of Galadriel • jewel: the Silmarils - ring of power (the One Ring - Nenya - Narya - Vilya) - Arkenstone - the Ring of Barahir - the Evenstar necklace • Vala: Manwë - Ulmo - Aulë - Oromë - Mandos - Lórien - Tulkas - Varda - Yavanna - Nienna - Estë - Vairë - Vána - Nessa - Melkor • following: no(t yet) sorry, but ily ♥ - now! - yes ofc - always and forever
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libralita · 5 years ago
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Wedding of the Century
This is a one shot of my OC and Jumin. It takes place after my Where is She? and Broken series so I’d recommend reading those first but you don’t have to. Hope you enjoy!
“Excellent job, Miss Elliot.” Joyce was helped up by her physical therapist, she felt sore after their work out but nothing she wasn’t use to by now. “You will certainly be ready for your wedding.”
“Thank you, Julee.” Joyce said, getting her bag and checking her watch. Just in time to meet her cousin for lunch.
“It’ll soon be Mrs. Han, correct?” Juliet asked.
Joyce blushed lightly at the question but grinned. “Yes, in just a few days.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you!”
~
Joyce walked up to the small restaurant and saw Nora. She was sitting outside with a stroller, gently pushing it back and forth to keep her son, Lewis, calm.
“Hey.” Joyce said, putting her purse down. “How are you?”
��Okay.” Nora breathed, looking over as the two month old fussed.
“And now is Lewis doing?” Joyce asked, leaning over and cooing at the two month year old.
“Good, he’s all ready for his sleepover. Make sure to thank Jumin again for me for finding that amazing nanny.”
“It’s really no problem. Anyone else you would find to watch him would be coming to the wedding.” Joyce said, opening her menu to look at the options. She made a quick decision and then looked back at Nora. “I can’t believe this is actually happening.”
“I know. Two years ago did you ever think I’d have a baby and you’d be getting married?” Joyce shook her head as she noticed Lewis starting to fuss more.
Nora started to reach for him but Joyce said, “I’ve got him, just relax a little.” The older woman picked up the baby from the stroller and gently bounced him.
“You really should be the one relaxing.”
“This is relaxing.” Joyce said, swaying slightly. “Gives me a distraction from the absolute madness going on in my mind.”
Nora let out a laugh, slumping back. “I would be going absolutely mad if I didn’t have everyone. I can’t believe my goofball of a brother is changing diapers.”
“Greg has always been responsible.”
“Joy, you’ve never lived with him.” Nora said, shaking her head. “It’s good that Lewis will grow up with good men in his life.”
Joyce frowned at that, gently taking her cousin’s hand. “I know. I’m sorry about Willem—”
Nora shook her head. “Whatever.” She looked over Joyce’s shoulder and then waved. “There’s the groom-to-be.”
~
Joyce had invited Jumin to sit with her for lunch while she met up with her cousin. It was close to C&R so Jumin had gladly accepted the invitation.
Jumin saw Joyce and Nora sitting outside and was about to greet them when he saw Joyce holding Nora’s son.
In the back of his mind, he realized that this seemed odd that a man had stopped and was just staring at someone but he just could not help it. Seeing her bounce and sway with the baby so naturally made his heart squeeze.
Nora glanced over Joyce’s shoulder and waved to him is. “There’s the groom-to-be.”
Joyce looked over and smiled at him. He went over to her, and kissed her cheek. “Hello, my love.”
Immediately Joyce blushed at the sudden PDA. While Jumin was never shy in public, he generally liked to keep PDA to minimum. “Hi!” Joyce squeaked, keeping a hold on Lewis. “What was that for?”
“I’m just happy to see you.” Jumin said, sitting next to her and smiling.
“Are you not happy to see me?” Nora teased. “C’mon Jumin, give me a kiss.”
Jumin colored slightly but chuckled, “It is wonderful to see you again, Nora. And this must be Lewis?”
Nora nodded as she stood up. “I’ve got to get going. Got to catch up on school work before the big day. Congratulations, you two.”
Joyce gently put Lewis back in the stroller and then went over to hug her cousin. Jumin bid Nora and Lewis a farewell and then put his arm around Joyce.
“You’re certainly in a touchy mood.” Joyce said, taking a sip of her coffee. “My mother’s dress had the alterations finished and was sent back to my parents’ house. So, I’ll be all set to spend the night there.”
That gave Jumin a pause. “What do you mean spend the night there?”
“We’re not allowed to see each other on the day of the wedding. It’s bad luck. So I’ll get ready at my parents’ house.” Joyce said.
Jumin actually pouted at that. “That is a ridiculous superstition. I don’t know how you can expect me to spend any amount of time away from you. Especially the day before our wedding.”
Joyce laughed. “You’re being so silly today, Jumin!” She hugged him and rested her head on his chest. “It is tradition.”
Jumin chuckled and squeezed her. “It’s a silly tradition.”
“I’m still doing it.”
“Then I suppose we will have to make up for it by spending every waking moment together leading up to it.”
“Oh, how terrible.” Joyce teased, hugging him close and breathing in this scent. “Do you have to go back to work soon? We barely got to eat.”
“That’s okay, at least I got to see you.”
~
Jumin, true his word, spent every moment he could with Joyce. It helped that they had to make sure the wedding was going smoothly. However he had taken to having her sit with him while he would do work or hold her while she read a book. Any time they could spend more time together was a bonus for Jumin.
“Jumin I can’t leave if you’re hugging me.”
“That’s the point.” Jumin said, wrapping his arms around her. “I still think this is a silly tradition. In most Korean weddings, the bride and groom arrive together.”
“You said you wanted to go more the traditional American kind where it’s a long, grand ceremony and all that.” Joyce said, turning so she could face him.
Jumin pouted again. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you, too.” Joyce said, kissing him. “You’ll like it, I promise. I’ll call you when I get to my parents’ place, okay?”
“Very well.” Jumin said, “It’ll make tomorrow that more exciting. I cannot wait for that and, of course, the honeymoon.”
Joyce turned bright red and quickly hid her face in Jumin’s chest. He chuckled happily at his ability to make her flustered like that.
~
“I’m already feeling drowsy.” Zen complained having taken allergy medicine and now he was tying Seven’s tie.
“Please don’t yawn in any of the wedding photos.” Jumin said, glancing at Zen in the mirror and then continued to give himself a once over. He looked at his watch and then turned. “I believe it is my time to take my place.”
“Good luck, Jumin!” Yoosung said, desperately trying to do his tie before Zen stepped in to help him do it.
Jumin thanked them and went out. Their venue was a nice hotel that many famous weddings had been held. There was a hall and on the other side Joyce would be getting ready with her and the other women in the wedding party.
It was a medium sized crowd but Jumin knew there would be dozens of reporters outside the hotel. Jumin shook hands with the wedding official and then looked out into the crowd. He smiled when he saw his father beaming at him. After Joyce and the chairman had gotten to know each other, Joyce had absolutely woo’ed him. He became more and more excited for the wedding.
The back doors opened and Jumin stood up a little straighter. Greg, Nora’s brother and Joyce’s cousin, had offered his band to play the music. He began to play a piano piece that they both liked.
The first to come out with Jumin’s best man, V and Joyce’s maid of honor, Kaya. They walked arm in arm. Joyce and Jumin both liked the color purple so they decided on purple bridesmaids dresses and purple ties for the groomsman.
Kaya and V split apart on the bride and groom part just as the next group came. It was then Zen and Beth, Seven and Jaehee, Yoosung and Nora. Yoosung had a deep blush. Joyce had to point out to Jumin that Yoosung had a crush on Nora and that is why he acted so strangely.
The next part got a few chuckles from the audience. Yuna, Jumin’s half-sister, was the flower girl, wearing a girlish version of the bridesmaids dress. The ring bearer was actually a ring cat. Elizabeth III had a necklace that had the two rings on them. She, being the marvelous creature that she was, walked with Yuna down the aisle perfectly.
“Thank you,” Jumin said, quietly gently picking her up and handing her to V.
He looked back and everyone stood and the song changed.
Jumin saw Joyce.
She was being walked down by her father. His right arm sleeve was pined because in the accident he had lost that arm. It had been hard on him but right now he looked like he couldn’t be happier to walk his daughter down the aisle.
His daughter. His beautiful daughter.
Joyce was in her mother’s dress, she had it altered so now the sleeves were off the shoulder and there was a long see through train flowing behind her. Her face covered by a veil. My princess. He thought completely awed at seeing her. He watched every step as she went up to him.
Now he realized why it was tradition to wait to see your bride. The surprise was absolutely magical.
When they got close Joyce’s mother moved from her seat and walked with them the rest of the way to Jumin. Mary uncovered Joyce’s beautiful face. Joyce took a moment to hug her mother and then hug her father, sealed with a kiss on his cheek.
Joyce stood before Jumin and she looked up at him. “Hi.” She whispered quietly.
Jumin smiled at her. “Hi.”
The wedding official began but Jumin was just barely paying attention. He couldn’t help but hold her small hands in his. V had taken the rings off of Elizabeth III but once the ceremony began she jumped from his arms and stood before Joyce and Jumin, looking up at them in approval.
“Now, repeat after me…” the official said to Jumin.
He stood up straight and said in a strong voice for everyone to hear said. “I, Jumin Han, take you, Joyce Elliot, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from the this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”
“I, Joyce Elliot, take you, Jumin Han, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.” Joyce said, her voice a little bit quieter but he could feel her strength. These last few months had been hard on her and she was going to proclaim her love to the world.
Jumin leaned down and they kissed. There was applause and cheers as they kissed.
~
Nora sat the bride’s table watching as everyone danced. She had danced with her father, brother, and uncle but after that she sat back down.
She watched as Joyce wiped a little bit of cake of Jumin’s nose and Elizabeth III then jumped up to try and lick it off.
Nora was happy for Joyce that she found such a wonderful man that was even willing to stick with her after the accident. She found her chest aching after Lewis’s father had left as soon as he heard that she was pregnant.
“Um, excuse me?”
Nora blinked out of her thoughts and looked up. It was one of the groomsmen. The one she walked with.
“Yes?” She asked, sitting up a little.
“Have you eaten?” Yoosung asked.
Nora looked down at her plate, she’d eaten a few bites and then pushed it around for a while. “That’s one way to put it. You’re Yoosung, right?”
The blond grinned. “Yes! I am. I’m glad you remembered.” He said and then blushed at the comment. “Uh…would you like to dance? We did walk together so perhaps we should dance? If you want, I mean.”
Nora looked at him for a moment. He didn’t remember her at all of her last boyfriend, Willem. He was nothing like this awkward boy trying to ask him to dance.
“Sure, why not.” Nora found herself saying, standing up.
She almost laughed when she saw his face light up and he offered his arm to her. Nora took it as a slower song began to play. She faced Yoosung and then put her arms around his neck. He was slightly awkward when he put his hands on her waist.
Yoosung cleared his throat, “So…you like LOLOL?”
~
“Nora and Yoosung seem to be getting along.” Joyce noticed as she took a sip of wine.
Jumin looked over. “Hmmm, I don’t know if I approve.”
“What do you mean?” Joyce said, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Nora is now my family, therefore I must look out for her.” Jumin said with a serious tone but then had to look away because he was starting to laugh.
Joyce laughed and kissed his cheek. “You’re so silly.”
Jumin looked over and kissed her. “I love you, Joyce Han.”
“I love you, too.”
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chester-benningtons · 5 years ago
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Tag game!
cheers for the tag @pantomime-python!
1.Nickname: Courtz. I actually love it when people call me by my nickname. My full name is way too formal.
2.Zodiac Sign: Scorpio babey!!
3.Height: ...5′1. I swear i stopped growing when i turned 16. I hate being so tiny. (; ̄Д ̄)
4.Hogwarts House: Slytherin
5.Last thing you googled: “Pokemon Sword release date”
6.Favourite Musician: Rammstein, Danheim, Wardruna. Hozier, 
7.Song stuck in your head: Mr Blue Sky.
8. Following: a decent amount
9. Followers: 1,305
10. Do you get asks?: if i’m lucky enough, Most of them are just nasty messages, so now when i get asks i get super nervous.
11. Amount of sleep: It varies
12. Lucky number: i dunno but i’ll go with 420. ehehehehe
13. What are you wearing?: The warmest Pajamas i have + a dressing gown because it’s 0°c. normally i love the cold, but even i have my limits.
14. Dream job: I wanted to be a vet. But i think i’ll settle for being a librarian now.
15. Dream trip: It’s a tie between Sweden and Norway.
16. Instruments: I used to play Guitar and Piano back in middle school, if that counts?
17. Languages: Only English i’m afraid. Although i do want to learn more!
18 .Favourite songs: Mr Blue Sky, Dancing Queen, Word up, Ich Will and many others i can’t be bothered to list. haha
19. Random fact: I have a huge scar that stretches over the crown of my head. I used to have a brain tumour. 
20. Aesthetic: the smell of earth after it’s rained on a gloomy day and the air is fresh and nice.
I tag: @brightsideltd @luigi-vercotti @ollieplimsolls @gayrightscaptain @ringostarrslips @sexysexykrogstad and @coney-island-blitz. have fun guys!
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wheel-of-fish · 6 years ago
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Ask a Phan! 10, 21, 29, 30 😊
10. Do you prefer Leroux!Erik, Kay!Erik, or ALW!Phantom?
Probably ALW because that’s what first got me into Phantom, but I do really love Leroux, too. I don’t know, tie, maybe? (Weirdly, Kay!Erik is probably closer to what I write.)
21. Which PotO collectibles do you own?
I’m actually not a big collectibles person; I’m constantly trying to Marie Kondo stuff out of my house (which is basically impossible with little ones aging out of clothes and shoes and toys and books every few months, but I digress).
I have a handful of playbills and ticket stubs, a few copies of the Leroux novel (and Kay’s), the Phantom/Batman crossover comic book (lol), a glitter mask pin from the LND tour, an Erik plushie from a Secret Santa, an Erik notebook from another, a snowglobe music box gifted by Mr. Fish, various movie adaptations (though many are digital copies), and the ALW piano book, though I wouldn’t really label that a collectible given how much it’s been used. I probably have the OLC and 25th anniversary CDs in a box somewhere, too.
I used to have a t-shirt from PotO Toronto and I wish I’d kept it, but it was sooo faded and full of holes because I wore it constantly as a teenager. Yes—I was very trendy.
29. What’s your darkest secret related to your PotO obsession? I mean at one point it was probably my affinity for Phantom hands, but we all know how that turned out, so…
OK maybe it’s that @i-am-melancholys-child kind of got me shipping E/C/the Persian
30. How does Erik look in your imagination? He’s kind of nebulous depending on context, but generally gaunt and pale, with the full face deformity and lack of nose, and sparse hair that he may or may not cover with a wig. On the taller side, and awkward but agile. With very expressive hands, of course.
Thank you!!
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obliteratethefrog · 6 years ago
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ELEGANCE PT. 2-THE WEDDING
Rami Malek!Freddie Mercury x Male!Reader
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SEPTEMBER 5, 2015. That’s when the planning began. Same sex marriage had only been legalized in the UK a year before, but that didn’t stop any of the anxious couples, young and old, to finally tie the knot in a legal manner. This obviously didn’t stop Freddie from beginning to ponder over the best wedding he could envision. For (M/N) and himself, it would have to be nothing less than brilliant. He already had his venue, Garden Lodge itself! A private wedding, close friends and family, no cameras, no hungry journalists, just the most important people in his life, especially his cats. Although some had passed on-his poor Delilah left them 2 years ago, Oscar the year before, and Tiffany just last year-he had gotten at least 2 new ones to keep the other grieving cats company. Goliath and Mike were still running a muck, older in age such as their “father”. Romeo was the adventurer really, along with Lily. The newest additions were still curious little kittens, a female calico named Minx and a male munchkin named Napoleon. They would all be included in the wedding, of course, decorated with flowers and bows, the whole nines! However, his planning had to halt due to Queen’s comeback tour. Yes, the boys were still going strong in that day and age, their now much softer bodies moving about the stage with the same amount of energy they had in their early 20’s. Freddie could still rock the crowd at the age of 69, his aura never changing from the eccentric showman. John had come back for that tour after being in retirement since 2005, having to deal with his ever growing family. Brian and Roger were still there through thick and thin, their antics never ceasing to surprise Freddie.
Their tour left (M/N) at home to tend to the cats. The now retired dancer continued his old warm up exercises to keep his shape, although some of his muscles had become softer than they used to be. He was 70 at the time, only a year older than his dear husband, and still retained the same amount of energy as he did. He had incorporated cleaning around the house into his daily regiment, bursting out into laughter as the cats would attempt to hook onto the long broom he used for the wider halls.
JANUARY 11,2017 was when Freddie had taken his leave from Queen, retiring at the hearty age of 71. That was when he had taken the entire year to pick back up on planning his dream wedding, even inviting Mary over in order for the work to move along faster. This included discussing the color of the suits for the two grooms, as well as the best man's suit for each of them. Freddie would wear black, of course. He loved seeing when (M/N) wore white, it complimented his figure as well as his skin. The seating was quite easy. The band and their families would sit on one side of the aisle while their families would sit on the other. Freddie and (M/N)’s parents had grown quite close once they had discovered their sons were dating, and had been nothing but supportive of their relationship. “What about red roses? They’re quite simplistic, but the meaning behind them remains the same.” Mary suggested for the bouquet the (M/N) would have. “I do love a classic rose..alright i’m fine with that, but make them thornless! Can’t have my husband pricking his finger during our vows.” Freddie responded, tapping his pen against the kitchen table of Mary’s home. He didn’t want (M/N) fretting about the wedding plans, the poor man already took care of so much when Freddie had told him it was fine. “And this is going to be a summer wedding, correct?” Mary inquired. “Yes, hopefully early summer rather than late. Possibly late June at the least.” Freddie replied, setting his pen aside as Mary scribbled down a date on her legal pad. They continued discussing what foods they would want, beverages-preferably alcohol, but Freddie knew he wouldn’t be able to drink too much- as well as wedding favors for the guests. He had also taken the liberty of buying two new bands, one simple gold one for himself and the other encrusted with 3 small diamonds for (M/N). He held them in his hand at the moment, going over each detail, especially the small engraving on the interior of the ring.
“Mr. & Mr. Mercury”
JUNE 23,2018. This was it. The big day. (M/N) fretted over his graying hair, attempting to push it one side, then to the other, before Louisa, now a lovely young woman and his favorite “niece”, came into view, moving his hands aside as she began to fix his hair into a simple yet stylish fashion. (E/c) irises followed her movements in the mirror, a cheeky smile plastered on his face as he saw the outcome. “Handsome as always, Uncle (M/N).” Louisa commented. “Only with your help, love.” (M/N) replied, voice gruff as he straightened his bright white shirt, adjusting his wine red bow tie before Louisa assisted him with his jacket, careful to not disturb the matching red suspenders that held his pants in place. “I know I shouldn’t be so nervous, but I can’t help it. We’re finally able to legally become husbands.” (M/N) rambled about, mainly to himself as he continued to fret over his appearance. Freddie was in a similar condition. His black suit feeling tighter than it had been when he tried it on due to his nerves, especially the squeezing around his neck from his white button up that held his black bow tie in place. Mary fussed over a certain piece of his ashy gray hair, finally turning it into place before placing a soft peck on his cheek. “You look fabulous, Freddie. (M/N) is a lucky man, and so are you.” she said, dusting off the nonexistent dust from his shoulders before pulling him into a hug, which he returned immediately. His patchy salt and pepper beard rubbing against her cheek once they pulled away. “I couldn’t look my best without your expertise, Mary.” Freddie complimented, his pearly whites flashing brightly as he smiled down at her. It was at least 30 minutes before (M/N) was to walk down the aisle and he couldn’t be any more anxious. Roger was standing to his right, dressed in a steel gray suit, the jacket unbuttoned as his hands were placed on his hips. “Fred, don’t worry. You’ve been waiting for this your entire time with (M/N), and so has he, so I want you to take a deep breath, and don’t get your knickers in a twist!” Roger exclaimed, standing in front of his friend, their equal height allowing his blue eyes to piece Freddie’s brown ones through his sunglasses. Freddie gave him an appreciative smile before turning his gaze over to John, who was standing tall-yet anxious- across from him. It was no surprise when John was asked to be (M/N)’s best man, and he couldn’t have been more ecstatic. He was wearing the same suit as Roger, however his jacket was fastened by the button in the middle. His graying hair frizzled about as it was caught in permanent curls upon his head, much my Brian’s. Speak of the devil, and he shall come as they say. Brian came up to Freddie, looking down at him before hugging him, smiling happily. “Don’t be nervous Fred. Like Roger said, you’ve been waiting far to long to be nervous now.”Brian said, fixing his suit jacket, again, the same color as Roger and John’s. The group was interrupted by the familiar chords of “Here Comes the Bride” erupting from the piano that was seated at the pavilion just behind their small venue. And there stood (M/N). He looked exquisite in his suit-Freddie gave his compliments to the tailor- for it shaped him in the best of ways. His mother was the one walking him down the aisle since his father's legs have not been in the best condition that they once were. Both of his parents were nearing the end of their lives, Freddie’s had passed on years before, but that didn’t stop them from seeing their only son wed his beloved. Louisa stood in the other side of Mrs.(L/N), holding onto her brittle arm as they reached Freddie at the altar. She had reached up, bringing (M/N)’s face down to place a soft kiss on his cheek before shuffling her way back to her husband, who was sat beside her seat in his wheelchair, their caretaker watching alongside them. The priest held open the book in his arms, smiling as the two took each other’s hands. “We are gathered here today to wed (M/N) (L/N) and Freddie Mercury in holy matrimony.”he started, but was soon drowned out once the two grooms made eye contact. Freddie gave (M/N) a cheeky smile followed by a wink, causing him to break out into a wide grin. John chuckled beside (M/N) as he watched their actions, his heart swelling as he watched his two best friends finally fulfill their greatest wish. “And now, the vows.”
“Freddie, I knew I wanted to marry you after the night we had gone out on our..oh what was it..11th date?”(M/N) started, a chorus of laughter coming from the guests. “You remember that one, when we were in America for your tour, and we went to the drive-in movies late at night as to not get noticed, but some teenagers across from us began to freak out once they spotted you.” (M/N) chuckled out, Freddie following with a harmonious laugh. “Yes, I remember, darling.” “That night was quite exhilarating because the cops ended up being called because of the commotion. We were escorted out of the drive-in with the promise that we’d never return. And that’s when I knew I wanted to marry you. All you were doing in that situation was laughing and joking about. And I couldn’t help but go along with it.”(M/N) said, smiling widely. “I love when you laugh, smile, hell even when you’re just staring off I love you! And I’ll never tire of saying that because if I do then I would’ve never said it to begin with.” (M/N) concluded, sniffling softly as a few tears escaped his glossy (e/c) eyes.
Freddie reached over to caress his cheeks, smiling up at him with tear filled brown eyes. He took in a shaky breath before even attempting to speak. “(M/N)...you taught me how to be patient, how to love, and to be loved, and, most importantly, how to be myself. Without you, I would be lost..I would be just the shell of who I am today..and that’s no fun now is it?” he stated, earning a laugh from the group. “I am so happy that we are here today to be wed in holy matrimony in front of my friends, no..my family..who are all so near and dear to me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Freddie concluded his short, but sincere, vows.
“Do you, Freddie Mercury, take (M/N) (L/N) to be your lawfully wedded husband?Through sickness and through health, for better or for worse?”
“I Do.”
“And do you, (M/N) (L/N) take Freddie Mercury, to be your lawfully wedded husband? Through sickness and through health, for better or for worse?”
“I Do.”
“Please, exchange the rings.”
Freddie and (M/N) each reached over to John, who had to rings in his pocket, before placing them on each others left ring finger. The duo had wide grins that couldn’t be wiped away even if they tried.
“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, Mr and Mr Mercury! You may no kiss your husband!”
Freddie didn’t hesitate to pull (M/N) in for a deep kiss, playfully dipping him as their guests erupted into cheers and applause.
This was the happiest day of his life.
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**A/N: Sorry if the ending is complete shit. I believe I’ve come down with a cold or something lately and I really just wanted to finish up this fic to post for everyone. I hope you enjoy it anways!
TAGS: @darlingyourebeingabore @vuhlereea @wearethechampionsblog @ursoself-satisfying
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tagsecretsanta · 6 years ago
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From Marsmckie
To  @tuupang 
Secret Santa does not own this piece, full credit goes to the creator mentioned above!
It was a small family tradition- it became standard over the years that on a quiet night sometime in December the Tracy Family would all grab some old blankets and make their way down to the beach. This festive season was particularly quiet for them, giving the recent incarceration of their nemesis the Hood into GDF custody, and they indented to take full advantage of it.
Sadly, Grandma Tracy was away shopping with Lady Penelope, though this did mean the food was prepared instead by Virgil and Scott. Virgil provided the barbequed turkey and Scott brought the apple pie dessert. MAX rolled around on the sand handing out dishes while the family lounged out on blankets or camp chairs under the stars.
“John,” EOS whispered. The space monitor had constructed a portable device so that the AI was able to join them for what was her first Christmas. She had coordinated her LED lights so that they alternated flashing between festive green and red as she spoke. “I’m not sure I understand. Campfires and barbeques do not fit in with what my research suggests would be a typical seasonal celebration.”
“That’s because with someone somewhere around the world who always needs to be rescued around this time of year, the idea of us having a ‘normal’ Christmas Day is laughable,” John responded with a smile, pleased with his AI’s development to be comfortable asking questions.
“We take our holiday breaks as they come,” Alan explained. Having crammed down his large helpings of turkey, barbequed vegetables and pie he had moved on to toasting marshmallows over the campfire. As he moved his stick away from the flame, Gordon made a move as he snatched the marshmallow off the end of the stick and shoved it in his mouth. “Hey! Get your own!”
“You’re hogging the bag!” Gordon said through a mouth full of marshmallow.
“Everyone has their own different ways of celebrating Christmas,” Kayo said, continuing talking to EOS as Gordon and Alan squabbled.
“Y-yes!” Brains said. “For example, at m-my University we had a C-Christmas tradition for Secret Santa that whoever could make the b-best seasonal invention didn’t have to clean the lab for a whole month!”
“Is that where your snow machines originated?” Virgil asked. Brains nodded with a smile. “I’d say the year that Brains made it snow on the island will always have a special place in our hearts!”
“We did a Secret Santa at my school too!” Gordon said. “One year I bought Bethany in my year a chocolate snowman!”
“Didn’t you leave it near the radiator and it melted?” Scott grinned.
“Heh, yeah, it looked more like a chocolate thingy!” Alan laughed.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. She was so annoyed when she unwrapped it and I never fessed up,” Gordon grimaced.
“I don’t think we’ve had what you would call a traditional Christmas since we were young,” John said. “When we were still living at the Gran Roca Ranch with mom and dad...”
“Oh, right...” Alan mumbled. His memories from the ranch were few and far between.
“Mom was always the one to organise decorating. I remember her voice as she taught me how to play Christmas songs on the piano and she’d sing along...” Virgil said sadly.
“You and Gordon might be too young to remember,” Scott said to Alan. “But I remember the first Christmas after Mom passed away. Dad hadn’t done anything to prepare or celebrate at all, but then when we woke up on Christmas morning we all went down the stairs together and there were all these twinkling lights we could see under the door. We went in and the whole room had been decorated top to bottom, and Dad told us that Santa had been overnight...”
“And Dad scooped us up into his lap one at a time to give us the presents that Santa had left!” Virgil said excitedly.
“Of course it was Dad getting up early to decorate while we were still asleep,” John explained.
“Well, yeah, we know that now,” Virgil murmured, looking put down by the revelation.
“I do remember that!” Gordon gasped. “There were all these golden twinkling fairy lights; it was like magic!”
Scott sighed. “We were all so surprised. Dad was so determined to make it the best Christmas ever, and it was like we finally had him back after Mom died...”
A sad silence settled over the group as they all watched the crackling of the campfire.
“What about you, Kayo?” Alan asked, determined to fill the silence. “Did you have any family traditions?”
Kayo snorted. “Try anytime we had a family Christmas. By that I mean ~the whole family~”
It took a moment for the group to realise what she meant, before the revelation from earlier that year resurfaced in their minds.
“Oh my god, yeah!” Alan gasped.
“Wow, what would Christmas be like with the Hood as your uncle?” Virgil wondered.
“Please tell me he was one of those uncles who would get drunk and sing rude versions of Jingle Bells?” Gordon laughed.
“I’m pretty sure that was just Uncle Lee!” Scott grinned.
Kayo made a face halfway between a smirk and a grimace as she remembered the last time her uncle had last shown up at the family home at Christmas.
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Tanusha punched her way across the living room floor, shadowboxing inexpertly as she was determined to show off her new Karate uniform (to go with her Christmas present of Karate lessons- something which she had been begging for weeks to get). Her father smiled fondly at his growing girl while her mother prepared a delicious Christmas dinner. They were late to eat together as her father had spent most of the day at work (Tanusha was always dying to know more about her father’s job as Mr Tracy’s security, but he kept annoyingly tight-lipped about it).
As her mother was about to plate the food, there was a knock at the front door. Her mother and father shared an anxious look before her father moved to open the door.
“Uncle Belah!” Tanusha cried, running around her father and into her uncle’s waiting arms.
“Tanusha!” Uncle Belah beaming, sweeping her into a big hug. “My, how you have grown!”
Tanusha had been besotted with her Uncle Belah for many years now- while her father had the strength to lift her over his head and throw her in the air, Uncle Belah would regale her with the most fascinating tales of daredevilry and espionage that kept her hooked all evening. She had relentlessly questioned her Uncle as to what his job was and he would spin many a tall tale as to what he had been up to between visits, but Tanusha -being his favourite niece after all- was quickly able to pull the truth from him-
Uncle Belah was a top secret spy in the Global Defence Force.
Tanusha had gone along with the story when she had been little, thinking it to be another one of his imaginary jobs (he had previously claimed to be a caterer and an airline pilot among other things), but every so often Uncle Belah would produce an item which would tie into his story- a computer tablet, some solar batteries, on one occasion even the metal wings that he had worn while jumping out of a skyscraper. At the appearance of each item Tanusha’s eyes would go wide with wonder.
Such items were for Tanusha’s eyes only, and they (along with the stories) were hers and her uncle’s little secret together from her father and mother.
Uncle Belah stood from hugging Tanusha and the atmosphere froze as he locked eyes with Tanusha’s father again.
“Gaat,” her father said coldly.
“Kyrano,” her Uncle greeted with a small grin.
“And what brings you here?”
“Christmas is a time to spend with family,” Uncle Belah said, spreading his arms wide. “Or am I not welcome here anymore?”
Her father pursed his lips and Tanusha looked up hesitantly. “Daddy?” she asked.
“So long as you bring no ill will against my family,” her father said quietly, stepping back from the door to allow their visitor to enter.
“Much obliged,” Uncle Belah hummed as he stepped inside and took off his wool coat, revealing a black tuxedo jacket, white shirt and black trousers beneath. “It is cold outside.”
“Uncle Belah!” Tanusha cried again, latching onto his hand and pulling him into the living room. “I got you a present!”
From under the tree, Tanusha extracted a small lone present and pressed it into his hands.
“That’s very thoughtful of you!” Uncle Belah gave a genuine smile as he accepted the present.
“I didn’t know if I would see you or not, as you’re always so busy with your job,” Tanusha said. Behind them in the kitchen, her mother and father conversed in hushed tones but her attention was solely for her favourite uncle. “I got it for you anyway, just in case we saw you.”
“May I open it now?” Uncle Belah asked, shaking the box in an attempt to discern the contents.
Tanusha giggled. “Of course!”
Uncle Belah carefully ripped open the red wrapping paper to reveal a black box containing a red tie covered with silver dots. He ran the tie through his fingers, feeling the silk material before tying it around his neck.
“Thank you Tanusha,” he said, smiling. “I shall wear it always to remind me of you.”
Tanusha beamed brightly and pulled her Uncle through to the dining room as her mother announced, “Dinner is ready!”
Tanusha made sure that Uncle Belah was sat next to her at the circular table and throughout dinner they shared secret mischievous looks as they ate. The looks her mother and father shared were filled with concern.
“Uncle Belah?” Tanusha asked loudly as her mother refilled the adult’s wine glasses again. “When are you going to marry?”
Uncle Belah nearly choked on his wine and Tanusha noticed a glint of amusement in her father’s eye at his brother being caught off guard by her question. “I’m not the type to marry, my dear. After all, I am fully committed to my job.”
The look on her father’s face soured again.
“Aww,” Tanusha murmured. “I wanted to have cousins.”
Uncle Belah laughed good-naturedly and the meal concluded with several rounds of Christmas pudding with custard. Tanusha wanted to stay up and talk for longer, but her parents made the decision that it was her bedtime. She sadly said her farewells to Uncle Belah, clinging to him and begging him to say she could stay up late, but he agreed saying the adults needed to talk.
Her mother chivvied her upstairs, but while she was distracted Tanusha slipped back down to listen to their conversation.
“Listen to me, Gaat.” Tanusha heard her father’s voice and paused on the stairs. “If the Hood continues to cause problems for Mr Tracy’s company then I shall be forced to take extreme measures.”
“I assume you have already alerted the GDF to my location?” Her father said nothing in response. “Then I shall be on my way. I will say farewell to Tanusha before I go.”
Tanusha’s heart leapt into her throat at the mention of her name, but her father cut in coldly, “That won’t be necessary.”
There was a pause in the conversation and Tanusha thought her uncle had left, until he said, “You are choosing the wrong side, Kyrano.”
As her Uncle closed the front door behind him, Tanusha rushed back up the stairs to her mother. That night, Tanusha quizzed her father about why her uncle had to leave so suddenly and he replied “Uncle Belah is in trouble with his work.” From this, Tanusha was able to discern that he was in trouble with the GDF and that somehow Mr Tracy’s company was involved. She guessed that she also would not be getting a Birthday present from him for a while.
That was the first time Kayo would hear of the Hood, though it would be several years before she learned who that was.
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yotsubanoclover · 6 years ago
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Here’s to Forever
I am in love with you, and so are my seasons.
Entry for @saeranchoiweek day 4 - Weddings
Everything would’ve been perfect... if he were here.
Your first RFA party is coming to an end. It was perfect - V’s photographs were as popular as ever, the guests were friendly and generous, the food were excellent, the hall was luxurious and comfortable, and all the other members, including you, were in their top form. Yes... everything was perfect, except for one thing.
Saeran was absent in your first ever party.
I’m sorry, you remember him telling you a month ago before leaving, his face apologetic. Apparently he got accepted in a renowned photography school abroad and had to attend an early orientation. When the announcement came, the party preparation was nearly complete, and there was no way you, as the guest coordinator, could be absent from the event to come with him.
So, as reluctant as you are, you let him go. After all, you’ve watched closely by his side how hard he’s been working to realize his dreams.
“Hey. What’s with the long face, sis?” Suddenly Saeyoung are next to you, grinning. “You did a great job, by the way. Congrats!”
You force a smile. He’s developed a habit of calling you sis as of late, unknown to you why. “Thanks, Saeyoung.”
He purses his lips to a pout. “No can do. I promised Saeran I’ll make sure you’ll have fun! You’re definitely coming to the after party! No buts!”
There’s an after party? You didn’t even get a chance to ask him anything - Jaehee appears out of nowhere and drags you away from the party hall. The two of you enter a small room at the back of the stage, where you see a table with a big mirror and full of make-up tools. She helps you to sit down - your worn out and confused face stares back at you.
“Jaehee? What is this?”
She flashes a smile, not saying anything. Instead, she starts talking into her walkie-talkie, murmuring in low voice. “We’re ready here. If you please.”
“Zen. Do you mind stop fidgeting around like that?” Jumin calls out to the actor, who’s been moving around restlessly.
“Shut up, Trust Fund Kid!” Zen grows even more agitated. “You wouldn’t understand how nerve-wrecking all of this is, you emotionless robot!”
“It’s not your event.” The C&R Director rolls his eyes. “Why are you nervous?”
“Well, why aren’t you?!”
“I see they are at it again.” Yoosung appears, carrying a big bouquet of flowers. He’s not alone. “Just don’t mind them and prepare yourself, hyung.”
Both Jumin and Zen turn to face the person who just came in with Yoosung, their nearly-broken fight forgotten. At the sight of him, Jumin flashes out a small welcoming smile, while Zen heaves out a long sigh, seemingly a bit calmer. Though, upon a closer look, immediately Zen seems to find something else to worry about. He stomps forward to this new person, fixing his tie.
“Come on, Saeran - you can’t even get your tie right!”
“Like you could get everything right.”
“Why you, Jumin Han!”
“Where is she?” Saeran finally speaks up. He is wearing a white and silver suit, with his hair slicked back. If you were here right now, you would be the only one noticing how nervous he is - the back of his neck and his gloved hands are sweating cold sweat.
“Assistant Kang said they are almost ready.” Jumin answers. “We should be in position now.”
“Who says you could order us around?”
“Shut up, Zen-hyung.” Cutting Zen off before another argument starts, Yoosung offers his free hand to Saeran. “Come, Saeran-hyung, I’ll help you. She must be surprised to see you here!”
Saeran smiles nervously. “I hope so.”
“Jaehee, are you still not going to tell me what this is all about?”
“Why, I thought it’d be pretty obvious by now.” She chuckles.
Even if you say so... Staring at the mirror, you have a hard time believing that the radiant face staring back is yours - the make-up is not that heavy; in fact, it is very simple as if you’re not wearing any at all. Still, your face looks like it is glowing, if that’s the right term. Your usual long hair is curled slightly and braided up, held on by a silver crown you thought only existed in fairy tales.
But perhaps that is not the obvious part. Instead, it is the fact that you have now changed out of your blue dress to a white one. The long-sleeved dress exposes your shoulders while still perfectly covering your chest. The front hem of the skirt reaches your knees, and draped over it is a more transparent fabric which reaches your feet. The back part of the dress is a long tail, trailing on for at least 2 meters behind you. The shorter front allows you to still walk freely despite the much longer tail.
Jaehee is still smiling as she walks closer. “The dress is, of course, something new.”
Making sure the crown is in place, she continues, “This is both something borrowed and something blue,” referring to the blue sapphire on the center of the crown, surrounded by small crystal beads, which reflects the light beautifully. She giggles yet again. “Don’t be surprised - Mr. Han originally bought this for Elizabeth the 3rd, but it ended up in a shelf somewhere in his room for ages. I’m glad it’s finally used properly.”
Wow...
“And your rings are something old!” Saeyoung bursts into the room, holding two little velvet boxes you assume to be the rings. “I found them in an online market for antiques! Apparently they used to belong to the royal family or something.”
Rolling her eyes in disbelief, Jaehee hands you a small bouquet of white flowers - myrtle, sweet peas, astilbe, jasmine, and lily of the valleys. You can easily imagine Saeran handpicking these flowers, which makes you smile. Not noticing, Jaehee then offers her hand to help you walk. “Now, let’s go. We don’t want to keep everyone else waiting.”
“Jaehee!” Saeyoung surprises both of you, handing the veil to Jaehee. “You forgot this!”
“Oh, dear. Of course.” It only took her about a minute. “Now, you’re ready. Let’s go.”
Glancing at the mirror one last time, you can’t help sighing. And they still refuse to tell me anything...
You better not mess this up and fall! you warn yourself, feeling warm as you walk, with all eyes on you.
Jaehee walks closely behind, helping you with the tail and acting as the bridesmaid. Someone is playing Wedding March on piano.
Who knew there’s a garden at the back of the party hall? Well, now you sure do. The sweet smell of flowers decorating the “chapel” helps you to calm down. You recognize the other RFA members - Yoosung, Zen, and Jumin - as well as some of the party guests among the small crowd. A small altar stands in the middle, also decorated by flowers. But that is not where your attention lies.
Saeran, who’s not supposed to be back until next month, stands in the center of the altar, fidgeting with his fingers nervously - his teary eyes on you. Standing right next to him as the best man is Saeyoung, who’s grinning ear to ear.
It’s as if you can hear Saeran saying how beautiful you look; you’re barely holding yourself to run to him. When your fingers are finally intertwined as the two of you stand side by side, you hear it for real. “You’re so beautiful... I miss you so much.”
It takes everything you have not to let the tears flow. “I miss you, too.” Whispering, you add, “You better explain yourself later, okay?” to which he nods.
When it is finally time for you to exchange rings and say your vows, both of your voices are shaky with nervousness...
“Let us one day go far away,
Let us one day leave our garden’s friends in rest and wait,
Let us one day cross the sea to the lands mystic and strange.
“As long as your eyes twinkle for me,
I will always be there with armful of roses for you.
I am in love with you, and so are my seasons.
“The sun and the moon rise and fall every day,
But my heart for you will never stop.
My heart for you will never wax or wane.
“I am an everlasting flower,
wide open for you from spring to winter.”
...yet somehow you know, that both of you have never been so sure about anything else your whole life.
“I love you, my angel,” Saeran whispers as he uncovers the veil covering your face, leaning closer.
The tears are uncontrollable now. “I love you, too, Saeran.”
A/N: Thank you for reading! I can’t be the only one thinking the lyrics of Four Seasons (Ray route ending theme song) are perfect for vows! :) That song means so much for me and I will always take inspirations from there 💕
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motherbearof03 · 6 years ago
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Post The Waves Thoughts
Okay, tumblr friends. For those of you who don’t follow me on twitter, here is what I posted as my recap of seeing Raul Esparza in The Waves on Tuesday. I am still not completely recovered, and need to bury myself in Barson-y fan fiction goodness. As a result there may be a few things posted to AO3 this weekend. So disappointing, I know, right? I’ve simply copied and pasted my tweets. I make reference to some rehearsal photos that were posted and I think they were on here as well, so they should make sense. If not, please ask.
Forgive me for the disjointed thoughts because I’ve still not completely process it all.
I really want to read the book now. If I had not heard the interview Raul gave to the little girl from Vassar, I would have been a little lost.
The seats were AMAZING. Thank you again @adrianna-m-scovill. I swear my heart stopped the first time he came out on stage. But interestingly enough, I now see him more as a regular person, if that makes any sense.
I thought perhaps the simplicity of the set and the costuming would be odd, but it really allowed you to focus on the content. The costumes helped portray the passage of time. Yes, he did tie his bow tie on stage, facing the audience, while talking and singing.
Singing! Holy Mother of God, his voice is amazing! It is even more beautiful in person than in recordings.
The knee pads were because they crawl around on the stage when they are small children. They were white in the rehearsal photo because they're worn under the white pants.
The cigarette was also part of a scene. I think the golf club and whatever the other guy had was for a scene when they were both holding cricket bats.
Given that he was the creative consultant I was more disappointed he didn't come back out for the discussion than do a stage door/autograph thing. But the discussion itself was fabulous.
So, you know that the woman who wrote the book -- Lisa Peterson -- is the one who did this originally 30 years ago in NYC, right? It was a 2 act, short lived show. There were two woman in the audience who spoke during the discussion who saw it back then.
One was a young professor who was actually teaching Woolf at the time. It was great to hear her thoughts about then versus now. I got the impression she liked this better. The other was just someone who saw it back then. But again, the then versus now opinions were fascinating.
You -- at least I -- definitely get the sense that the characters are not just representative of 6 different people, but also different parts of one person; there were things each person said that were definitely relatable.
As individual characters go, as a mom I most relate to Susan, who is the one who ends up married with children and living on a farm in a state of "natural happiness".
Years ago they did it with accents and Edwardian clothing. I am very grateful they did not. It made it much more relatable with each person's own speech/inflection/accent (none of them really had one to speak of) and modern day clothing.
The music! Just piano accompaniment, which was amazing. Aaaaaannnnnnd! Raul plays a few chords himself during one of his scenes. The piano was right in front of us and that was when I did have to remember to breathe.
Apparently this show is so fluid that they have been changing things with each show. They rehearse every day. I really wish I could see it again to see what they change. I'm quite envious of people getting to see it more than once.
Have I mentioned what a beautiful, normal looking, albeit amazing person he is to see live? You can really tell he puts his heart and soul into every performance. There were times while other people were speaking/singing and I was watching him and he knows exactly what every other actor should be doing. You can tell. He's playing his part silently and reacting to what's going on, but you can also tell he's paying attention to the technical aspects of it as well.
As for the flashing lights reference: we're driving @isimyokburda to the train station after the show following the GPS because Poughkeepsie, NY is full of damn one way streets and suddenly there are flashing lights behind me. They were just red and white so at first I thought it was just an ambulance but couldn't figure out why it wasn't going around me b/c there was plenty of room. Then I realized it was a POLICE CAR! So I pulled over and here comes Mr. Policeman who informs me I have no taillights. I'm like wha-at? Then he tells me I don't have my headlights on! 🙄😁😯 As soon as he did I realized I didn't! I'm not used to the fact these lights don't come on automatically and it was was so bright on campus I didn't realize. Dumbass. He was very nice about it but what a way to wrap up the evening!
The chair maneuver: six black wooden chairs are the only furniture on the set. At one point he’s doing a soliloquy and does a bunch of standing on his. 😳
People mentioning he had fallen recently made me remember this: at the very end, he was stepping off and then back up onto one of the steps of the stage and reached for another actor’s hand/arm and I thought it looked odd, like he needed help but chalked it up to being part of the scene. But maybe not. The fall wouldn’t have to have been off the chair; that stage could be a menace (to steal a word from Anni’s massage fics) if you’re not paying attention because the edges of the stairs are not parallel to one another.
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